You could touch him but he wasn’t there
Tiny human figurines made from sand. If you held these to your ear, you heard soft sweet music
A ghost travelling half a mile from its own shape
For believing (you were a strange beautiful unearthly creature from a faraway planet)
Smaller life spirits (that inhabit the joints)
She fell asleep somewhere outside the world
All I desire
When I first came here (I thought I’d never get used to the trains; now when it’s quiet I get nervous)
Always she seemed to be listening to some foray in the blood, that had no known setting
Some of them (to isolate themselves even further, beat their own ears until the tiny bones within were crushed)
Possibly it was only the coming of certain indefinable hours
Suddenly the world had dropped away