I feel you Google me now
like an oncoming cold
or ear barotrauma.
I feel it more right before bed,
and also right when I wake up
in the morning.
No need,
because I am right here,
dreaming of my future
even though it is getting smaller.
afraid of death again,
which is a good thing,
and I hope to high heaven
that they serve cookies in hell.
let's go back to the botanical garden.
let's go back to Orlando basketball.
let's go back to the day we found out.
that we are all going to die,
so all we can do is wake up and live:
live harder not smarter.