I’m worried about you guys.***** It is snowing
lightning & thunder     * still a little * spooked
about The Afterlife. ****French people are going
crazy     on the radio     & music  * is longing
for your return.         Listen ***this is better:
ephemeral      car alarm      timid, gentle ways
of being      dead      the newspapers piling  up.
Thank you for checking on us.          We are okay.
Music is quiet.         It’s the wind that’s howling.
It’s the maze    on the cereal box.        Your backs
are turned     I mean     I guess come home.
Music makes a sound like hitched breath.         &
here I am


Ian Furst is a mad scientist. Lauren Ireland is poet who blogs at oui, ja.