Conversations Held Since Your Death

(Do you swear that you miss me, how much do you miss me?)

(You are gone, the dust in this room is your skin, I see it float in

the light.)

(Do you try to catch it on your tongue?)

(I wipe it off the windows; your skin piles up there.)

(I talk to you out loud when I am alone.)

(What do you tell me?)

(You reach my messages in your sleep.  I tell you how my bones fit

together.)

(What else?)

(I tell you that I can feel the hairs on your face growing on the

palm

of my hand.)

(I am growing a beard.)

(My hand itches, and on cold nights it is wet with your breath.  Do

you speak to me when you are alone?)

(Yes, I say your name.)

(How do you say it?)

(Eels, trumpets and worn paper.  I say it as fast as I can, I don't

want anyone to see me talking to myself. )