Open Concept
This town is a house I haunt Rattling chains in the attic above floors I once occupied People I don’t know fill a space I almost recognize They tore down old walls, added new ones and called it, “open concept” Fresh paint covers the place I wrote my name in careful cursive But when I close my eyes I still see it there on the baseboard I can trace it with my finger from memory On an island with no coast Where I am the stranger I am the ghost