These ghosts aren’t strangers. They
aren’t neutral. They hover around
our neighborhoods until we invite them in the house
for tea. Our humanness wants to heat them
their inhumanness is too polite to decline.
We forget that coldness is their livelihood,
their anti-livelihood. We long to offer
even when it’s meaningless, to host.
These ghosts do not long.
Haley DiRenzo is a writer, poet, and practicing attorney specializing in eviction defense. Her poetry and prose have appeared in BULL, Epistemic Literary, Eunoia Review, The Winged Moon Literary Magazine, and God’s Cruel Joke, among others. She lives in Colorado with her husband and dog.
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