there is no need
for you
to summon
my ghosts
they always
hover near
shimmering afterimages
at my vision’s periphery
murmur low
incessant
in curve
of my ears
silver inhale
and exhale
of my breath
static electricity
brushing against
nerveless fingertips
pack up
your chalk
crystal balls
Ouija boards
smoldering sage
you are not
needed
here

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