Day of the Dead They walk among us, snickering at our costumes but secretly wishing they could dress in our flesh. While we lay marigolds at their graves, they sneak into our homes through drafty windows to catch up on Games of Thrones, fast forwarding through commercials so they can get back before St. Peter locks the door. Before they leave, they rummage through family albums and flip through the photos on our phones while we sleep, desperately trying to remember who they once were. Carlos A. DeJuana spent nine years working as a journalist across Latin America before settling in Washington, DC, where he now works for the federal government. His poetry has appeared in riverSedge, a literary journal published by the University of Texas-Pan American, and most recently in the online journal Synesthesia. He is married and has two daughters. When he is not working, taking care of his girls, or writing, he greatly enjoys naps.