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You say yes, I say no, you say

Stop and I say go, go, go. . .

“Hey, Ma, I heard you singing this old Beatle’s

song and thought I’d pop around and join you.”

Alone with John, Paul, George, and Ringo,

I shiver, pounding the steering wheel.

“Hear those birds? I used that chirping sample

on my CD....blackbird singing in the dead. . .

“You can’t drop in whenever.

You don’t get to choose.”

“Remember when the DJ played

Twist and Shout? We danced at the reception.”

He sat shot gun, reaching out to squeeze my shoulder.

Tears sprinted down my face.

“Ah, Ma. What’s the matter? Nothing is real.

Nothing to get hung about,” he sings.

“‘What’s the matter’ you say? The matter is

I forgot that dance, then you show up.”

“Come on! Teaching you to twist was great.

Lend me your ears and I’ll sing you a song...”

“You fell out of time. You are dead.

Now act dead. Stop showing up.”

He fades a shade or two and checks his phone.

I search his eyes. They blur over.

“Hey, I only meant today.

Not everyday. Not for always.”

His singing dims, “songs of laughter, shades of earth,

. . . call me on across the universe. . .”

“Oh, no. . . ‘I don’t know why you say goodbye

I say hello.’ Hello, hello. . .?”