Here Both Sweeter

Ghost [House]

6 G h o s t [ h o U s e ] Dear in the distance, where you find the trees’ quiet work gone. where a chair sits clumsy. Grass grows thin and greener. I spent days making colors change. sometimes I sit counting every thing that passes without a name, and I have a box with some things you know. If you find it missing in your home, look for a basket, slipper, raccoon eyes. That room’s taken, and I’m making the kitchen do. And you might give it a try with the fellow next to you. Ask him why, when he wears the sheet, he never looks like me. And here you see a virus shake. here, where a mine has opened in the thin green grass, the branches are strung with filled-out sacks. And the wind’s got a whistle tonight. you asked him to dance, and you prayed the dark to take a glow—thought to fill that mine with all your coats and second hands. Dear , you can catch it by a tail. take the clearing and the throne. watch through a door with sawdust floating up through you—in the dark, in a wardrobe mirrored by roots, what serves as court is just a suit. And I petition, covered in furs. say a window hung in the tree; say you loved it so. I crawled in the window wearing my furs; I turned them out to rub your sheets. you rang the bell that makes the candles glow. I am trying to spell the alphabet; I am trying to make the thin grass grow. ...