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Issue 14
In the Garden

There are ghosts in the garden. There are ghosts
on the beach. There are ghosts in the backseat
that fog the windows when they breathe.
There are ghosts on their knees. There are ghosts
telling jokes, drinking tea. There is a ghost strumming
a guitar by a tree. There are ghosts on a dune.
They somersault with sand. There are ghosts waiting
for a blue line train. There are ghosts holding hands.
There are ghosts taking photographs of a garage, of a gym.
There are ghosts in dark alleyways searching for keys.
There are ghosts in a garden. They are climbing trees
off a picnic table. They are thinking about love
and they will not come down.