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Ghost Tour

by Ruth Foley

  • This is the between-world, the knot
  • in the ceiling where the rain comes through
  • on a sunny day in the middle of August,
  • the cooling room where the piano plays
  • by itself. This is your breath, although you
  • do not need it now. You can see it here.
  • It can remind you who you thought
  • you used to be. This is the corridor.
  • Your tread should be heavier at night.
  • In the light, please limit yourself
  • to the corners of their eyes, or the space
  • behind their vision. Gaze at them.
  • Try to speak. Some of them say
  • they can hear you, although it’s never
  • happened to me. Here is where we keep
  • the spiders. Let them out in swarms
  • or not at all. Here is the breaker box—
  • some like to think that they can find you
  • better in the dark. This is the mirror.
  • It doesn’t serve you now. This is the glass
  • that has been left too close to the edge
  • of the shelf. This is the rocking chair.
  • This is the curtain that moves without
  • wind. This is the bed. This is the remote
  • control. Run the water in the shower—
  • that, too, is best done at night or
  • when someone is alone. With practice,
  • you can turn the water red. This is the branch
  • you can tap against the window.
  • Here is where the dog sleeps, in case
  • you want to pull his tail or stroke
  • his ears. Here is a bottle of over-flowered
  • perfume. Here is a creaky step, here
  • a hinge in need of oil, here a place
  • to whisper. Try to learn a name.
  • Try to make them claim they don’t believe.

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