Ghosts of buildings haunted me,
Memories of rooms and paint,
Particular thick railings
On stairs into the basement,
The kinds of window casings,
The lights, the leaks, the cracked bricks,
All exact to me, all gone,
Nothing to revisit but
A handful of photographs
And the distortions inside
The nautilus of my skull:
My father's house, prep-school dorm,
Hospital where I was born.
Ghosts only haunt by absence.
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