Ghosts

Haunted as in quiet and beautiful. The joke is how polite the ghosts are.

COSTUME

A sheet with eyes cut kindly, or a pale coat if you refuse the sheet.

A bell so you are not actually startling anyone.

Fog from the baths’ steam, borrowed. Lanterns low. Webs bright in it.

Haunted as in quiet and beautiful. The joke is how polite the ghosts are.

White soup, white bread, a black olive if you want a face in the bowl.

Hot milk with honey, in a cup you can hold with a sheet on.

Almost nothing. A voice, then a drum far off, then the voice again.

Drift the shore path in a group. Bells on. No grabbing.

The ghosts sit in a ring and tell one mild story each.

The fog lifts. The sheets become blankets on the benches.

OF THIS OCTOBER

Hattie is a pale coat, not a sheet, and still rings the bell. Of this October.

EVENTS

A FRAME, IF YOU WANT ONE

You as a kind ghost, pale sheet or coat, bell in hand, low lanterns and fog on a mountain path, atmospheric not frightening, no text.

STALL

Eye-cut sheet

Hemmed, washed, two eyes already kind. Doubles as a picnic cloth.