if that

                               ghost is

                              still here

                              come morning

                               brew a hot cup

                                 go out walking

                                   with the memory

                                   of those you

                                     couldn’t

                                         heal
                                        *
                             every night

                          comes with

                         new intention

                          but i don’t know

                            how to read the wind

                               and this salt water

                                  has me thirsty for

                                  a current that

                                knows my

                              return
                             *
                              sister

                                i’ve been

                                  trying to listen

                                     to this story but

                                     every word

                                    comes out

                                   backwards

                                and every shadow

                              meets in long dark

                             where self goes

                               disappearing
                                        *
                                go

                            careful

                           there’s rules

                          for whistling night

                          and stronger ones

                            that can’t be taught

                                 if you didn’t

                                    grow small

                                 under the eyes

                             of moonlit knowings

                             there’s places

                                 i didn’t

                                   go in

                                     time
                                           *
                                       this city

                                     thudded

                                       over site sacred

                                         curls with ghost

                                          watch how

                                        certain places

                                      bubble with

                                    horror or

                                     yearning
                                     *
                                     i’m looking

                                       at these maps

                                  gazing from below

                                i’m walking with

                              those ghosts

                             upon grid

                              over

                                drain

                                        sister

                                         we’re marvelling

                                            at shadows writ

                                             upon those dreams

                                            by ghosts

                                         who walk

                                       here

                                        still