Send me kind words,
On a screen,
At night or in the morning,
When you point out the direction,
The sun is going,
And tell me north from east from west from south.
“Send me kind words,”
A pitiful request.
It’s dark and my body is hollow,
And the hum of electric,
In the windows,
Flows through earaches and stuffy noses.
Send me a photograph,
To remember your face,
And chant spells over it with,
A lock of hair, a chicken bone,
One in each hand holding hard.
Send me kind words, tonight, tomorrow, forever.