Great-great-grandparents Googling me
just checking in
cork thick-thumbed after
After Life.
Pop.
And every time they’d Google me
a bell would go off.
Some bright blue bell,
that would hover right behind my head.
It’d be like “g,” and then they’d go to the bathroom.
The After Life bathroom.
And then “o” and they’d go to the bathroom again.
So for the whole thing
there’d be three weeks maybe even four weeks
in between bright blue bells.
And that’s how it all went down from start to finish.
Only with some work stuff thrown in that I left out here
and a biplane explosion with my uncle on the plane.
He walked away unscathed, heroic smile
and the flames still ripping at the tarmac.
He gave me a heroic hug
but that’s not the crazy thing.
That’s not even close to being the crazy thing.
The crazy thing is: I don’t even have an uncle.