The Knicknackery Issue Six | Page 12

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good news Hal Y. Zhang

why we only love people after they die

I don’t understand. won’t we be stuck

in an endless cycle of depreciation and

false sorrow bubbles. I suppose you

can’t miss someone who’s still warm,

prickling your television hairs static

needles too noisy. will you argue over me

when I die, oh my hypothetical heirs and

claimants, wolves tearing my desiccated

limbs apart family-style, candy floss

every seam. the most important things, the

sand and water I’ve left flow back to the

estuary, hairs clog your drains, airs

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good news

Hal Y. Zhang