I’ve been learning how to communicate with the dead.
The eyes of the dead never look at you, they grab your kimono and move it when you’re not looking
or they play a familiar song on your piano when everyone’s asleep but you
leaving you to question if it’s them that you heard- was it just the cat after all?
It’s never you talking to the dead,
it’s always just the waiting for them to perform some sign that you will be unable to dismiss or accept
to practice this language is to walk toward a voice that never gets any closer
and shifts directions with the wind