further ghosts

Canyon View with Ghost

Someone keeps asking if this is what nature smells like. The clouds fluff and flatten as the plaque at our feet etceteras: this absence of earth preens like a 1950’s disaster movie, but with really cool special effects. When your ex-nurse calls again, I pretend to lose my phone in the bear-proof garbage can. The emergency exits all lead to other emergencies, the sky a blue so intense it’s like being hit in the forehead with a rubber mallet.  You hold my hand at the edge now, like you never did in real life, and all I can think is: what kind of soap do I need to wash my hands of you? Already, while I lose a tooth in the rift opening before us, tourists swarm like anti-bodies to an open wound, shouting and clicking.


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