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the dead want

impermanence,

frail fragility

and to the ability

to breathe fog

onto glass.

The dead want

dandelion stains

on their pant legs

and to have burrs

stick prickly

to wool sweaters

and wet socks.

The dead want

to leave a cup

of coffee on

the roof of a car

and to drive away,

forgetfully.

The dead want

maraschino cherries,

ice cream headaches

and grapefruit sting.

The dead want

to kiss the forehead

of a sleeping child

whose young mouth

is open, dreaming.

The dead want

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bad handwriting

and junk mail.

The dead want

to be finalists

for a sweepstakes

that they may have

already won.

The dead want

to stay awake

watching late

night television

reruns that they

have already seen.

The dead want

to ignore

doctor's orders

and drink all

the goddamn

wishky they

want.

The dead want

pleurisy, multiple

fractures and

paralyzing hysteria.

The dead want

to read a novel

on the train,

missing their stop

because they are

on the last half page.

The dead want

to be wanton

and wanted

with breathless

anticipation, to be

afraid of breaking

down during climax

into ethereal nothingness.

The dead want

to be able to die.

- Kat Isacson

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