I can't die in Arizona.
I am already dead.
No one can see me in Georgia
No one can see me in California
I am invisible on the interstates.
When my ghost gets to Arizona
It will smell the mesquite
It will taste the sand
It will look at the mountains
With longing.
It will mourn my friends
Stuck in life.  Unforgiving
Inescapable life.  Until
It stops.