It’s cold and
dark in the
woods and I
wonder if this
is what it’s
going to feel
like when I’m
finally dead—
like a stupid
unfeeling
unthinking
unnoticed tree.
I’m hoping to feel nothing.
Übernothing.
I’m hoping that I merely cease to exist.
What dreams
may come?
Hamlet and
Lauren would
ask.54
None, I’m betting.
None.
Hellfire is not in the plans.
Heaven is not
in the plans.
Cold and dark are not in the plans.
Übernothing.
That’s what I want.
Nothing.55