Dead things resurrect the imaginings of child-like tantrums filling hollows and writhing in the shallows - strangled threads twist and wriggle to be free thoughts bumping stumbling apologising what’s right? seats reserved for those deserving the rest shuffle for places filling fast Teach me a polished way to speak slide your new tongue between the cracks where slighted words were tossed just because - I tired of them the page laughed creased and walked away shaking dog-eared head