How to Talk to
1982. Without her, for years now, murmur at the defrosting refrigerator, “What?” “Huh?” “Shush now,” as it creaks, aches, groans until the final ice block drops from the ceiling of the freezer like something vanquished.
Dream, and in your dreams babies with the personalities of dachshunds, fat as Macy balloons, float by the treetops.
The first permanent polyurethane heart is surgically implanted.
Someone upstairs is playing “You’ll Never Walk Alone” on the recorder. Now it’s “Oklahoma.” They must have a Rodgers and Hammerstein book.