Ghost

Let me read your Tarot cards
laid flat ‘neath vulgar lamps –

a knave of sceptres [stranger
allusions found in your pack

of turned backs] – Sybaritism
also entwined therein – & her

pleasures [repetition does us
all] – A nervousness nestled in

as she told our hushed group
about an Ouija board up in a

boarding school’s choir loft –
relaying a shaded ghost story

in my cold flat – then haunted
by her slack visiting friend – a

presence eyed – then pushed
off by my right hand – spirits

ruling from her school games –
not any more – ghosts retreat