In the dream Nate mentions every book I haven't read. I don't lie. He has an empty room. Books that will wear out before he needs to take them home. He knows I'm not well read.
The baby ghost turns from skeleton to plastic when I pick her up. She sings "I'm so tired."
A beige training seat sits on the toilet. The child ghost helps her baby sister learn. She tells me she is old. She has been dead for a long time and that's why I can't tell.
Nate and I give another little girl alcohol with whip cream. He says the problem is she's Mexican. He doesn't know what he is. She falls asleep while I hold her. I have held life and death in my arms and they feel the same.
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