DEPARTMENT OF PURCHASE & DISEASE
Ghost in the yard, early morning,
the hammock swinging on its own. Rather,
I saw myself reflected in the window
and wanted it to be a ghost, early morning,
the hammock filled with wrens.
Any sign would be enough.
The childhood fear returns, you’re thinking,
nostalgia buried within, held to the shallows,
but it’s more complicated.
This is 1900.
There are many things to purchase.
There’s more than just dying here.
Disease is a good enough excuse,
but this isn’t disease.
We just don’t know we’re changing,
or what we’re changing into.