My kitchen on Earth

all three of us around the table including the dead one, four stop biting me or you won’t get to heaven she shoots out to the garden in shame desperate to get a response from the fairies to whom she had sent intricate word I think I’ve got powers, she declares, when back in overwhelmed, surprised, a doubter. If I believed in life after death I could’ve sworn that we were all dead and in heaven but I don’t. And all the pots and pans in the kitchen toll.