Indwellers
The apartment leaks their footsteps.
Ghosts avoid them
they live on in the fabric and pith,
die in the gist and substance
as fragmented recordings;
the former, the previous.
Once they were the replacement tenants
now you’re the usurper.
They won’t speak to you,
for you are not there,
however they will arrange and restore
what you thought was yours
as you dream of being.
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