Artifacts
       

The creak in the door got stuck in my spinal cord.

The creak in the floor board/

You pulled up the covers.      My eyelids are
      green, white, moving.

You said mixing perfumes together makes poison/

I used to believe you.      Wished on a wishbone.

I kept a picture of the forest burning in my locket

a catalogue of candies underneath my pillow.

I value the wood grain. Trace you into the bedpost.

I'm as white as a sheet      I just saw a million ghosts.

Copyright © 2010 Marisa Crawford All rights reserved
from The Haunted House
Switchback Books
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission