Double Okays

How is everyone doing? I’m doing great. I feel great, I look great (I think), my icecream tastes great, the air smells of spring, life is good.

(great intro but it doesn’t really fit the poem)

At least people know that I’m doing okay. Double okays over here.

Cue the poem that is more about after death than the present life.

What does it feel like to cross over the thresh-hold of death?

What does it feel like to take that one last breath?

What does it feel like?

Maybe there is no feeling.

Perhaps it is a revealing

Of things unseen,

Of other things.

No one has come back from the curtain of darkness.

No one has walked away from the deathly artist.

No one can describe.

Lp 2020

Encore. Slow music.

I bow. I exit. (Dramatically?)