Making Peace

I try to believe I’m not afraid of anything, I’m making peace
with
ghosts all the time

            —Sanni Purhonen

schoolteacher ghost
you didn’t like me

that is, the school room was a box
of hot indignities

a kind of pornography, really

making the blind child recite
handwriting on walls

I suppose you thought it was fun

we all know intelligence
provides the exact names of things

today I can tell you
there’s an exact moment
when everyone goes ahead

without sight