Sara Flint Greenberg
02/11/56 — 11/18/22
The day takes on a different feel
The day takes on a different feel after you die in a dream. It was a simple death. I fell out of a building in my car as I thought to myself, Well, this is how I go. My ethereal body stayed at the scene of the accident and when they recovered my body, I turned to the person next to me and said, That’s unfortunate, I was hoping I would survive.
I just wanted to listen…
i just wanted to listen to my meditation
but icloud kept butting in
what’s the password
tell me the password
i kept dismissing it
until I couldn’t anymore
and then
a screen saver popped up
there are no screen savers on iphones
right?
and then it starting talking
this is your mother speaking
—as if—
i’ve been calling and calling
and you haven’t been answering
oh, how can i help you?
you called me
you asked for a sign and here i am
ah, oye, i asked for oye
the keeper of the cemeteries
and here she is
waiting for my response
yes, yes, I was wondering
could you help me experience
death without dying?
whyyyyy?
fear, fear, I have too much fear
and i can’t sleep at night
have you tried valerian?
yes, yes, everything
but when someone dies
even ambien doesn’t work
well, i can do it
but i can’t guarantee your return
call me back when you
decide
and by the way
you’ve been spelling my name wrong
it’s oyá
and there’s an accent on the a