After the Ghost Tour– September 2018

Accompanying noise file to listen to while reading.
Voice recording of the author reciting the poem.

I picked the strawberry and brownie–

Always like tangy sweet touching sticky tongues.

Held hands with myself every night. Opened

the latch, kicked shoes onto the bench 

and closed my eyes. The kind of seashell,

hand, ear– noise. With spoon I funneled the sound

down my throat. Felt rushing water at my ankles

but stayed quiet. Held myself close. Offered

sugar to the wind, cracked my knuckles,

and thought about the south. Remembered Christmas

spent on plantation home carving smiles into the staircase.

Girls squealed down to mothers holding their breath.

Waiting for the slide down.