Today's poem is by Annah Browning
Ghost Encounter
From the perspective of a ghost,
we are dull. We are like anything
there, in the room, as discreteas a chair or a lamp—then we move.
The little flicker in the eyes.
That's what gets me, one ghostsays. Almost like they're
really alive, like they can see
through the floorboards—not justa crack of light, but a whole
century, down to dirt, down
a whole cold fathom. Likethey can love something
enough to pass through it—
And they're right. We'll neverknow what curtain feels,
or sifter—blocky as a block
of wood we are, impenetrable,even our voices—the lowness,
the bright consonants, the thick
tongued, flat-note sound.
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