Ran into Don just now—
he was walking
his dog too.
he was walking
his dog too.
I reproached him for wearing
headphones:
You aren’t hearing
the world around you, I told him.
You aren’t hearing
the world around you, I told him.
As a skeleton, I can’t hear
either, of course,
so I can’t be a media consumer
(it’s only by a literary convention
so I can’t be a media consumer
(it’s only by a literary convention
that I can even talk).
All I can do is dangle here, while my ghost
mutters silently about the past.
What’s the name for someoneAll I can do is dangle here, while my ghost
mutters silently about the past.
who can only mutter silently about the past?
An exhumer, Don thought.
An exhumer, Don thought.
