THREE DAYS AFTER HE WAS MURDERED, RICHARD PRATT BEGAN TO FEEL MUCH BETTER...
A seemingly random act of violence propels Professor Richard Pratt into The Hereafter. It is a strange, muted, netherworld of the dead-a world in which he is forced to bear...
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I remember your reflection in the bathroom mirror, where once, holding me naked, I first saw that need in you. So beautiful it should have etched the glass.
Later, you thought I slept, but I watched through drowsy eyes as your hands traced contemplative snakes across the landscape of my chest.
The next morning your need took me, like a hunger, an insistence I'd never known. Sliding so easily, your eyes closed as you found your way.
Alone now, the morning seems unreal, the light through the window, too pastel. I seek your scent in an unwashed towel and lightly touch your missing reflection.
Your towel to my face and my fingers on the glass is all of the world I'm yet ready to bear.
—Excerpt from "Waking Alone" by Keith Woo, as it appears in "The Heavy Work of Vanishing: The Collected Poetry of Keith Woo," edited by Pi'ilani Kilani, page 200.
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