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