Dead Girl

Wake up, he says. He looks down into the long wooden box. She lies still.

I know you can hear me, he says. She opens her eyes and sighs.

See, you’re still there, he says. She sits up.

Well, he says, aren’t you going to say anything?

No, she says.

Just a little something, he says.

No, she says.

We can spend some time together, he says.

Well, she says. Maybe.

So let’s go, he says. She starts to climb out of the box.

What should we do, she says.

What, he says.

What should we do, she says.

But you’re dead, he says. Why can’t you just stay dead?

Hey, she says, closing her eyes again. I’m not the one talking to a dead girl.