The ghosts rearrange the furniture to remind you who's boss. Receive a blank email, no sender, no subject, no body. Their way of saying Remember me? The names wash off the stones until the stones are sucked back into the earth like unerupted teeth. A row of midget houses on the Vineyard & a sky the color of a bruise. The crunch of gravel under sandals. Neglected pills. Better to be insane and know nothing at all. It's not the sound of the sea in the conch it's the blood in your ears. The dead elk opens its ribs to the world. Standing water & seaweed olive taste of tears & abraded chins. The world is still the shadows are long, the afternoon being born again; Venus eclipsed by the silver toothmark crescent moon. Lazy rivulet, circlet. Ghost an onomatopoeia. No peace until the arms of trees are covered by leaves.