Are you nobody, too?
― Emily Dickinson
On a radio,
Playing lovely music
In the background.
My ghosts and I
Don’t want to be noticed.
We want to be porous
Dark and invisible as night rain,
Black leaves in a rain barrel
Floating down
From a crown of trees;
Black as a classical piano
Black as the keys,
Black as the notes
On a staff
Or words on a page,
Blacker than autumn nights
More desolate than these.
Blacker than gone
When the Moon’s
Behind clouds
And there’s only the sea.