When ghosts
sit down to write 
it’s almost
always in nostalgic search 
of that delight
of fleshly pleasure 
which attends
the pressure 
dealt by
hand-held pen 
against a
cool blank paper sheet. 
We gather their
epistolary style 
is sharp and
sweet, 
their cursive
writing neat, 
their
aptitude for wit and quip 
one we’d find
genuinely risible. Alas, 
we’ll never
know. The ink’s invisible.
. 


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