Ghost Node
Ben Mirov

There are people to call and people who have breakdowns. They get up, get dressed, walk around the house. Some rooms are dark and someone passes by a window. I walk to the station and try not to look. A part of me waits on platforms. Another dissects the body with its teeth. It places the organs in separate aluminum trays. It tastes sea urchin and spits. The samples are done, are clean and bright and never. I put them in cold water. I give them a place to live.