1833 c/o Zooey Ghostly

my chest leaked open
in a snow-broken garden
hold my last letter in the mirror

every hospital is a march of horses

i wish to be a cavalryman
as my father was

every box can be measured with a body

you’re bread & water
you’re a pistol on the wall

bury me in a body-sized body
with rye bread & toy horses

every ghost is the story of a ghost

i am prince i am fog i am horse