Shine and sleep and hum and drum your mute fingers on the table. Say of someone dead a particular tree they were fond of. Say of an empire its contributions to the art of baking. Secretly sing words that are not the words to the song. Wrong the weather and throw rocks at a sign of the times. When you leave the body don’t be afraid to notice how the tongue lolls from the slack mouth. We are more than half slouch and droop and sag. Love our unbecoming.