You must know
I am the ghost
with creosote mouth
hiding behind
your silent head
in the vermilion portrait.
My body reduced
to three urns of calories.
Turn the clutter down,
saucer, candlestick, doily.
Can’t clear out the deceased
from a second-hand store.
My sleepwalker
is amnesia.
To peel an orange
with closed hands,
broke potpourri, sparse-tooth,
wedding shoes.
Slow pages widow my way.
Erin Case, Vogue (collage)