Dead man

A dead man finds his way into our heartssimply by opening the door and walking in.He pours himself a drink, speaks aimlesslyabout hunting or some bats he sawon the way over, wheeling around each other.Look how they spin, he says, it’s like theripples atoms make as they hurl past each otherin the space between their bodies.We mention the eels at the aquarium, howtheir bodies knot while mating. The dead manwas a boyscout once, and tied a lot of knots.His favorite was the one with the rabbitand the hole, and the rabbit going in and outand around the tree. The dead man liked itbecause he liked to pretend that the rabbitwas running from a fox, and the rabbitalways ended up safe, back in his hole.