I KNOW WHERE I AM HIDDEN and THIS GHOST by Donald L. Simons
I KNOW WHERE I AM HIDDEN and THIS GHOST by Donald L. Simons I saw me coming I know where I am hidden Follow the poplars and I am the one out of step Next to the brook where I am playing alone Searching everywhere for myself When I am right underfoot. My notch in the catacombs is empty now Healed shut after all my departures Even as I still hear the clanking bones, All the empty bones. There are advantages to being me when no one is looking. Presence is hard to see. I am the one in the room when no one is in the room When the room is all there is. I asked on my way out the door, but the door said no. It knew nothing it said, only how to open and close. I replied, on my way out of the door, that I did not know how to do that myself, but the door was now shut. I do not miss my dead life In those drawers up in the hills Where a breath is only itself And only once. Only the drawers will miss me. THIS GHOST The...