i know where to find ghosts
just take my hand, and we can go where bubbles
never burst
where the sun hits particles of dust
where cars in rain
and streetlamps have those bursts of light that
extend farther than the bulb
dandelion fields, clubs where singles know how
to make hearts with cigarette smoke
where holes are carved in dirt that has never
been caressed, where
bruises go
when they are no longer on your skin
because i know about
searching for what is left of the dead with fingers
cupped like a shovel, knowing
you were the last thing they ever touched
well,
they're not just in the ground
ghosts are somewhere in the air i promise.