Ghost Chair
BY JAKOB MAIER
The universe gets lonely too
because there’s only one of it.
I eat dinners in the bathtub
because it’s quiet there, & fetal.
A ghost comes to my home
every few months just to move
a folding chair from the kitchen
to the laundry room. I named
her Hannah, which I hope
she likes. I leave the light on
for her at night. We keep
each other from vanishing.
She asks me to pour
another moment of hot water
in the long bath that holds
this whole mess together.