After David Eagleman

In the afterlife, your chair has just
the right amount of wobble you will not bother
folding a receipt to slide under the slightly
short leg. Your teapot will have enough
for two cups. The book you’re reading will
make you think about the way you live
your life and the cookies will be double
chocolate chip. A strange will say hello
and make a gentle joke about Tuesdays
being the new Wednesday. Your hip
will still hurt, unfortunately, but you will find
a checked shirt with arms that reach
your wrists. There will be crisps and oranges
and summer fruit squash and thin crust pizzas.
A few friends will be there, catching you
up on how they’ve spent the last few years.
They will ask you how you are.

© Carl Burkitt 2023