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How to Create Ghosts

Seth Copeland

First grind something
                    corn               your teeth

Melt wax hair
                    over a calf skull

Cross three whiskers
                    burn them together

Flip drunk through phone
                    see a name & hit the earth

Smile at scowling boys
                    in photos of now dead

Try instead a golem
                    w/ less               triple sec

Blow ash spark into
                    an old man’s face

Sink shoes to pond bottoms
                    spit on a shroud

Start a chicken franchise
                    breed life never light seen

Say the name of your dead
                    You know who               say

Seth Copeland is the founding editor of petrichor. His work has recently appeared or is forthcoming in Yes Poetry, Random Sample, Kestrel, SOFTBLOW, Permafrost, and The Birds We Piled Loosely. He teaches in the Oklahoma City metro.

ISSUE TWENTY ONE: Smaller, Yes, ty | next poem →

ISSUE TWENTY ONE: Smaller, Yes, ty

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