phantasmagoria
I was at a party.
A man came up to me, said, l just saw a ghost, but what he meant was an old lover, someone who had left the days of his life like they were chicken bones and tinfoil in a black-green bag on the back stoop, a heap waiting to be lifted up, carried away.
Now I have these days and these nights of ghosts.
I don't mean to suggest that the one in the corner, now, as I am not sleeping, is that woman but that it's more complicated than that.
Let me just say, again, that now I have these days and these nights,
let me just say I hear ghosts.
A man came up to me, said, l just saw a ghost, but what he meant was an old lover, someone who had left the days of his life like they were chicken bones and tinfoil in a black-green bag on the back stoop, a heap waiting to be lifted up, carried away.
Now I have these days and these nights of ghosts.
I don't mean to suggest that the one in the corner, now, as I am not sleeping, is that woman but that it's more complicated than that.
Let me just say, again, that now I have these days and these nights,
let me just say I hear ghosts.