If you died and instantly disappeared
like Jedi do
would my boot search the sleeves which have not yet collapsed without the skin cylinders of your arms to hold them out? It would!
I would go through your bag
I would find gum wrappers and bobby pins
I would find a stash of white cocaine in a little bag, or mashed up perccets all in a film canister
I would find a schedule for the Blatino film festival. (you have circled all the gay films and written "do not invite Tyler to.")
I would find a bad set of knives you bought at a flea market and the Criterion Collection DVD of a Wes Anderson film; I don't remember which one; it never worked
And the clam chowder bread-bowl from San Francisco
And whatever smell couldn't escape the other vinyl side when it moved quickly from where you were.
