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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