She dresses herself for dinner in the same way she might
if she were to be taken.
Oils her body.
Combs her hair.
Slips a dress over naked breasts…
and smears a red over her lips.
At the table
people glance from time to time
waiting for an other to join her.
But she sits
There is a ghost that
joins her this evening.
Some might call it a
has invited it.
noisily chewing away at the silence they have this thirty-three years.
they soon hope to
figure it out.