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O' Hades, Never Questioned,
Stop.
Don't whisper in my ear.

Yours is an old man's game
And you know that in time I will be.
In time.
But I am in time.
Don't whisper me out of it.

Stop fussing.
Don't pester.
Don't nudge.
Be patient and don't talk.

We do not converse, you and I.
Yours is a monologue.

I'll sooner speak with your wife.
Hers is a more timely message.
Don't you know? I am twenty-seven.
It is just summer and I am twenty-seven.
In January it is summer,
And I am twenty-seven.
Yes, send me Persephone.
Your wife and I, we will talk.

But you and I do not talk.

A Dream of Great Aunt Rae

Last night I had one of those dreams that even after you've been awake for a while you are sure really happened.

I was somewhere dreamish, and I was with my Grandpa, and my Great Aunt Rae. Aunt Rae died years ago, but in my dream she was there. We used to call her the Jelly Bean lady because she always had a bowl of those delicious things ready for my young hands. In the dream she was sick and could barely talk, and I put my hands on her and prayed for peace and comfort. As I prayed she laid her head down face first and peacefully died. My Grandpa and I then began to weep, and I felt connected to him more than I ever have.

I awoke sobbing, and my face was wet with tears.