A Visit from Brother Ghost on the Harvest Moon

Brother, a window I lie below tonight.

Mother moon motioning minds away at night.

What I know of him is what I’ve been told

on highways in the slow middle of the night

from a mouth too tired. The truth rolls out

a story sitting tight on the throat. The knife

edge, moonlight slicing through him,

across me. I fear I’ll forget this. Tonight

I recite every detail to make a memory. How

can I love someone I’ve never known? At night,

what I know is what I imagine: brother, alive.

Wave and gravity pulling me to him. My knight.

Once, he called Chia Chia and I found my way.

Now, my hands holding his pane all night.