My first crush killed a man in Ohio. His name was Taylor;

the crush, not the man, whose name I do not know.

That was the year

I dressed up as confident

I loved my best friend

but candy more

It will happen on a sunny day when other thingsare happening that are more important

It was the day of the dead. We pitchedour discreet rows of canvas mausoleums;

the ghost is a presence defined by negative space, a nothingness gripping your leg, your waist, your lungs, your throat, your tongue, creating a silence surrounded by static.

I walk into the confessional booth.

I haven’t been in at least a decade,

and, between you and me, I should confess

When you died everyone came home

to fill up the church.

My son is afraid of zombies. He runs into my room at night. They're going to eat my brains! They’ll come in through the windows while we’re sleeping and eat our brains!

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