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Space | Jun 21 2003

I must be alive because of all the emails I get and the phone calls and the invitations to sign up for credit cards. I’m not kidding. Those credit card people don’t want to send letters to people who don’t exist, who aren’t people, who can’t use credit cards.

This makes me remember that when I’m dead, the air will fill in the space where I had been, just like in that poem I read a million years ago by Mark Strand. In a field I am the absence of field.

And then, when I am dead, the credit card companies will eventually figure it out and take me off their lists. At which point the name below mine will move next to the name above mine, filling in the space where my name had been.