Texting God

cc to my husband Put me beside THAT one, just as you put us, nightly--side by side psychic sidecars, as unlikely a coupling hitched to your engine as any, chugging in the long haul, for better or worse as the contract read, and we said Yes, more or less honoring the rules, no worse than any others. No ashes, please, but let the knife on the mortician's table take spleen, liver, the bean-shaped efficacy of kidneys, and the worn out heart (so many times broken) to tell the tale-- those important organs that kept me running toward good destination: to join you, husband, in an embrace of bones.