[ peaches ]

the ghost returns to dominate his life
as she has done every day for the last twenty years,
seating herself at the kitchen table like an uninvited guest.
she helps herself to a peach from the fruit basket
and puts her heels upon yesterday's newspaper
gutted open on the kitchen table.

she devours his peach, sharp white teeth snapping through paper-thin skin,
the sweet juices running down her chin.

he moves to embrace her.
his arms enclose nothing but

air.