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“I’m afraid of death”

I’m afraid of death

because it inflates

the definition

of what a person

is, or love, until

they become the same,

love, the beloved,

immaterial.

I’m afraid of death

because it invents

a different kind of

time, a stopped clock

that can’t be reset,

only repurchased,

an antiquity.

I’m afraid of death,

the magician who

makes vanish and who

makes odd things appear

in odd places—your

name engraves itself

on a stranger’s chest

in letters of char.