Piker Press — Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
April 27, 2026

After I Died

"...Gravity doesn't exist, people float around..."

After I Died

As soon as I arrived
I found it pitch black,
and completely silent.
Gravity doesn't exist,
people float around.
We smell each other
like other mammals.
I sniffed every lady
until I caught a hint
of Evening in Paris,
and knew it had to
be you and vowed
to never let you go
again for all eternity.






Article © Milton P. Ehrlich. All rights reserved.
Published in the May 2, 2022 issue .
Image(s) are public domain.
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