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a poltergeist woman
moves chairs in your apartment
rocks a crib
puts on a kettle
cleans up crumbs
with featherweight touches she
adjusts your bed
barely there presence
always ready to shrink into the darkness
in movies poltergeists
cast bruises and rip skin
unapologetic hectic wicked
evil
impossible to ignore
impossible to hurt
but only in movies
a poltergeist woman
a mournful face in the corner of your family picture
somewhere between the smiling husband and someone's aunt
you don't see her
until you look very carefully
a poltergeist woman
a police report or a gravestone
bloodied little mouth
sewn with marital duty and fear
her life was
a thunderstorm so quiet
no one noticed it
