telecommunication

writing poems to dead people
is becoming a habit of mine

not nearly as morbid as it sounds
it seems the most practical way to reach them

so far they’ve been accepting of my declarations
none have risen up to file complaint,
told me to back off and shut my trap

their silence does not surprise me
my remembrances have flattered them
I’ve been extremely kind

which simply means the best ghosts
the ones with the most meat still on their bones
have not yet come forth demanding tribute