Her face in the Loch, stretched laughing beautiful, whsispering my birth name (Joseph). Her face in my wing mirror, shrinking sobbing contorted, screaming my real name (Bastard). Her body on the ottoman, naked fragrant moist, screaming God’s name. Her body in the soil, dressed rotting bone, staring at your name (Isabelle). My hands on the ottoman, silent solitary folded, whispering God’s name whispering her name. It’s all about prayers and whispers now.