Aaron Sandberg
POETRY BY AARON SANDBERG
PEOPLE KEEP FINDING LATE LOVED ONES ON GOOGLE MAPS
after Rebecca Heilweil
Though most ghosts dissolve,
there you persist,
pristine—
blurred face wraith
on some Sunday night
shuffling to our curb
to take out the trash
to rot somewhere unseen,
candid in zeros and ones,
promising you’ll never die.