Afternight

How would it feel to be released
From an overnight holding cell

One dawn, blinking, with your wallet
Returned to you emptied of cash,

But with no identifying papers,
No further court obligations,

And just one mysterious card
Good for buying necessities

Or indeed anything that plastic
Can buy you anywhere these days?

In other words, how would it feel
To be more or less nobody,

But also more or less carefree?
That’s how a ghost must feel, it seems.