House

Goodnight, house.
Take care of the ghost in my absence.
A good day's rest
Could not shake this lingering sadness.

I've shut off all your lights
And I've left you all
Shiny and spotless.
There's a stone in my heart
And it's stuck there
Until I forget this.

So goodnight, house.
Take care of the ghost in my absence.
All my friends
Have gone but left vanishing remnants.

I hear organs
They're sounding and screaming
"Don't let go of it."
I see windows
They're frosting and snow
Has built in the basement.

So goodnight, house.
Take care of my ghost.

95

It picks up although

light pulses ahead.
All of the cars
are kicking up a
fog-laden spray
(a hovering stream)
on this expanse of an
interstate.

I am calm.
I am alive.
I am something.
I have aged.
I have substance.
I have fingers.
They are softly gripping the wheel.
At least, they were.