I Think I Died Last Night.

I think I died last night.

My soul did not float up to heaven

like I was told it would.

I did not grow wings;

I did not become an angel.

I floated back and forth

between the kitchen and the couch,

my head full of water vapor,

a dense fog,

struggling to keep my balance.

I returned to the couch

each time to see my own body

asleep on the couch

curled up small and shaking.

The little dog laying on my feet.

When I woke up this morning

I gasped in a deep dry breath,

rasping and warm.

I opened my eyes

once, then twice.

I've found that dying hurts,

but what comes next is worse.

I can do it though.

I can come back to life

a thousand times without stopping.