A participatory poem that invites the reader to transmit messages to loved ones who have passed on to the spirit realm. The piece is a nod to wind phones, which make space for grieving visitors to hold one-way conversations with their dead. Referencing the Chinese tradition of burning incense as offerings to the departed, transmissions are rendered as ephemeral smoke, rising from joss sticks that gather in parallel with each message sent. The digital incense sticks appear to burn down and recede from view, mirroring our own brief timelines in our parallel sphere of the living.