i want to tell you a very secret story
about when i was a little girl,
i used to wish that i was brave enough
to walk in my cemetery naked,
early in the mornings
when there was dewy grass,
before my father would wake up
and could tell that i was pretending,
that i could dance around the dead
like a human ghost,
to give them visions of what
life was still like here on earth,
but as a child,
i was too fearful.
now i am not.