The haunt

The Boy and the Ghost is a children's book worth 3 points on accelerated reader at my sister's public school,
and it sits on our counter and I look at it a lot. I read a few pages sometimes when I walk through the kitchen. I think about ghosts a lot, too.
days and days go by and I'm using deodorant less frequently, it's been about three days. Also, not shaving my underarms is going fine, that has lasted about thirty days and it seems pretty pointless to shave them.
The moment i bring this ghost of a car back to life (a car that has not run for years; my first car) a ghost of a boy sends a little electronic message to my phone (a boy i have not seen in years; my first lover) and this is connected somehow, this is a haunt.

my first lover gave me my first car. the smell is overwhelming and lush, the interior of the car smells like summer and bluebells. The real smell is probably just decomposing foam. I'm drinking a cup of coffee at the usual place and time on a Monday in the city I'm from. Today would be like any Monday, but today my body has lots of strings in it, and those strings are coming out of my pores, and the pore strings begin to tie themselves to certain people and things out here in the world. That is the difference, and I am absolutely being haunted today.

I bought a pair of earrings that are made of quartz crystals at the local fair trade eco friendly earth store this monday afternoon early evening and they look just like the crystal my friend and I would carry to the graveyard and summon spirits with. I bought them without thinking of this. I am totally being haunted today.

My sister says she will finish her homework and plant a single sunflower seed. When she was young she couldn't close the bathroom door because the toliet had a ghost in it, and she could not bear to be closed in and alone with the ghost. We are so so so being haunted forever.