All I have ever wanted in this life is to live,
but our ghosts all day climb and descend the stairs.
When you sleep, I must shake you awake at least
three times, monitor the rise and fall of your abdomen.
When the dog sleeps I must do the same.
Every morning I wonder why we planted
a tree with ephemeral blooms, and I mourn
what has been devoured by our industrious ants.
[… continue reading “Living” by at The Missouri Review.]