resembling
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
12
something
resembling
good news
Hal Y. Zhang