I found another of your ghosts.
This one, an unanswered email,.with its genial demand for a speedy
reply. Did you call me, as usual,.right after hitting SEND to see
if I could “pull it up on my computer”?.It was short. A joke and a few words,
all in caps, asking me to phone home..It’s a dream fragment now, a bone
to pick, with a charm inside, potent.as a bedside echo, this virtual visitation,
your admonition to stay in touch.