5/30, just before midnight, from an accidental ghost line by Sonya Renee

I love that there is an answer to all things.

Look long enough, hard enough, look

in the closet behind the box of your father’s

ashes.   Look inside your father’s ashes.

Under  the graduation cap

and gown, try flossing, who knows,

it could be tucked inside a popcorn kernel.

Answers like Of course you can and No,

it will cost too much.  Answers like blue and tomorrow

or never, answers like thundering rivers,

like the smell of yeast bread, like drinking

to forget, like oak.  And so, I know, there must

be an answer for me there, somewhere, I love

that there is, I search when you’re sleeping, peek

between your knobby toes, the chaos of covers

twisted around you, a shelter of turmoil, run

my fingers through your hair, search behind

your earlobes, sift through the smoke

of your dreams and find,

just there, in the right corner

of your primal,

godly mouth:
YES.