Avery wanted to e-mail her mother
Her mother who died
I told her I understood
I said go ahead and e-mail her anyhow
I wanted to call my mother to wish her Merry Christmas
But she’s dead too
After Dianne died, I used to call her phone to listen to her voice on her answering machine
It felt weird, engaging in a covert act, but I did it
I called her phone more than once
More than twice
When her son changed the message, I was relieved
And lost
I called my sister on Christmas
I promised I’d e-mail her
And call her more often
I told her I loved her
I was thankful that she was still alive
Then