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In China, in August, ghosts are released 
from hell for a month of fun. Late July 
behind the gates, ghosts start queuing up, 
raising their hands and swearing to the guards

Something wants spiritual 
yet hesitates, not wanting to show a lack 
of substance   intellect 
to not win at tennis or good looks 

She prays in the shower, lifts 
her face to the streaming water 
god, to the shining metallic head 

Because last night was Friday night 
I had to search to find a quiet place 
and when I found it I wanted to leave it 
though I wasn’t even working off a mean gin drunk.