How I Became a Ghost
It was all about objects, their objections expressed through a certain solidity. My house for example still moves through me, moves me. When I tried to reverse the process I kept dropping things, kept finding myself in the basement. Windows became more than usually problematic. I wanted to break them which didn’t work, though for awhile I had more success with the lake. The phone worked for a long time though when I answered often nobody was there. Bats crashed into me at night, but then didn’t anymore. The rings vanished from my hand, the pond. I stopped feeling the wind. One day the closets were empty. Another day the mirrors were.