Death by Holograms

“Death by Holograms” is full of poems about death, holograms, and a certain soda. 

A poem:

death by brain freeze

my brain is not a hologram

yet here I am eating ice cream

on my grandfather’s porch

he died before I was born

so this must be a dream

or a hologram.

I can’t see his face

and he is off in the distance

wearing a bomber jacket

chasing down

the ice cream truck

he just missed.