“But you are starting at the wrong end, ”I say.
“One is usually destroyed from the head down.”

Also you stink. I have to turn away.
But still I reach for you.

It was something we never knew about the dead,
Once they start dancing they never stop.

Before he died our father asked to be left
on the dining room table. It was difficult,
but we’ve learned to eat our meals around him

And when I dream of her movies
My life is beautiful

Each time we travel, one less object followed. One object was left behind.

It is her, your sister, she said. Brother and sister cried. What is she doing on radio? Yes, brother cried, it is her, I know.