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When we're done the ghosts drape themselves across our shoulders like fur collars, soft as fox tails. Before they hovered above our heads—sharpeis drooling rings of ectoplasm. When we fight the ghosts are impressed: by the noise, by the steam our breath makes in the cold loft. When we fight they are striped finches hiding their eggs in our clothes. I am no good at fights and the ghosts can see this. When I sulk, they join me in the bathtub as freshwater eels, catching bubbles with their teeth. They hold me like a tailored suit when my body wants to be invisible.
Jennifer Hanks is the author of the forthcoming chapbooks gar child (Tree Light Books), Prophet Fever (Hyacinth Girl Press), and The Unsteady Planet (Instar Books). Her recent work can be found in Arcadia, The Boiler, and Menacing Hedge, among other journals. She is an associate editor for Sundress Publications and lives in New Orleans.
The Jane Lumley Prize '15 : Honorable Mention
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