we need new myths, eh remember the twee fen we deserted where shepherds tended sheep the ewes’ whey fleeces
On a beach track at Two Rocks, a stone;
its lime weighs down the sudden
minute. I watch sand swarm like bees
Turns out you can still pash in a graveyard
at 28, though by now my fear of spooks
has faded into a more realistic fear of people.
I can’t think of a time she uses it. The word. Ghost.
My difficulty. Believing this. There are ghosts
everywhere in her words. She just uses other.