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I. II.

our ghosts were in this week to watch

the house while we were gone / they le

ft things much the same / the refriger

ator is full so they must have feasted

the beds upstairs a re just how we left

them so they must have slept in them

and the tomato pla nts are wilting so t

hey must have wat ered daily / isn't

it bizarre to step of f the jet plane and

hit 'play' with your bootheel / to feel y

our life bisected by a presence you ca

n't quite call your o wn / isn't it strange

I say to no one in p articular and (bran

ded by the equals s ign of dim gold co

ming in through th e shutters) I wonde

r why some weeks are worth a year t

o us / why we are f lung through the p

rism bearing mem ories manufractur

ed into photograph s before our eyes

and yet still dare to say to one another

"yes I remember" a nd really believe it