I mean to be communicated.
Kate said, being Dead. Too
many come as beggars. I mean

to show
them how
it’s done —

trans-
lation.
Not a thing

you ask for. Grace outs
itself from blue. I think of
Elvis. How pill-long

before
I came
calling

a tall drink
of water… him fat
by the time.

I can’t be
a thing you
hustle or

hurry. Kids’ve been
trying on suicide
and I say — You need

an urgency
to you, reasons
I should loft

your dying
above all the
other dyings,

a hook
to catapult
you beyond security

and onto
my desk.
Kate was

an excellent admin-
istrator. Still she
wanted to help

with the go down
easy and the sigh
no more. It meant

the world
to her ends were
justified, corners

hospitaled. Damage
done exactingly is
a fine thing —

Kate,
she
said.

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