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.


Mai Der Vang

Erin Case, Vogue (collage)