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Photo by J. R. Korpa
What She Told Me Before
Aimée Keeble


Sometimes
                                                  to dream of  a ghost
 
is to see the bed    a/l/w/a/y/s/u/n/m/a/d/e and the sheets     poor and bright and we         rattling            
 
                                                                                                                                  like an accident 
 
when what I really want is 
 
                                       is the calm core of the moon 
        
          what I really want is