...Letters to the dead fall behind headboards when weeping overcomes us, sweeping, are lifted free, clearing away pennies and spoons – leftover utensils, touchstones for the woman whose withholding husband can no longer hear her, sharp pen on parchment. The cheek, when caressed, remembers shorthand, insertion of a comma to catch overdue breath. The dead answering when we least expect. Their whispers arrive as instruction – return to sender – I adore you. We remember salty, sweet, adhesive stamps against our rough tongues; with trust, we open the metal mouth, drop the envelo...