You’re a voice on an answering machine.
A flickering Kodachrome memory on a brittle movie screen.
“Leave a message!” you say. Cheery even in death.
You smoke and spill your drink, bumbling around at a party, laughing hysterically. Soundlessly. You’re dead. She’s dead, the one whose head is thrown back and mouth is open. He’s dead, the best man at your wedding, dead far too young. You are sepia and senseless, not knowing, not knowing.
You’re a blog post, a post that hasn’t changed, that will never change, and you’re so cheery, so cheery, so cheery.
And you’re dead.
Don’t you know? I mean, don’t you know?
Who will be your voice now?
Who will make us smile?
Who will break our hearts?
Who will see this comment?
Who will care?
Don’t you know?
For Tia L. Brink.
For Jamie & Ann Eyberg.
For Chris Al-Aswad.