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6 D e a t h w I s h when his Ultralight fell onto the bare tips of pines, hikers saw the flare of yellow jacket billow like a parachute. his body arrived at the airport in Cargo, family comforted that He died doing what he loved. Dearly beloved, say this, too, about me. Let me die bent ass naked over the kitchen table, let my last words be Oh. Baby. say, She loved that position. Let me fall face-first into a book. say, She died on that page. or eating chocolate—let the mortician wipe dark cake from my lips, roll me into the crematorium heart-stopped and sticky. ...

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