Dear Wigleaf,

I have this theory that ghosts are a form of ekphrasis in a collaboration between forgetting and desire. That if a passionate kiss burns 6.5 calories we should immolate ourselves into skeletal crisps by kissing thousands of people. I theorize that people lived on the moon as soon as someone believed it, and when they changed their mind those lunarians perished and now the moon hovers over us, bright with grief. My theory on grief is that it's like a splinter with memories. My theory on the body depends on what the body is holding. For example, if the body is holding a bouquet of lilies then the body is said to be falling. If the body is performing rudimentary yard work it is said to be turning into desire. Listen. There's this fish that for years fishermen thought didn't have a skull, thought the ocean entered and exited its body, and this encapsulates my theory on how everyone wants to be loved. I have this theory that the world would be a better place if instead of flowers people exchanged facts. I theorize at least once it would go down like this: someone would say, "Scientists did a study and it showed that chimpanzees cussed and they used that to prove cussing is good for you." "No shit?" the Messiah/a stranger/a family member/a lover would say. "No shit," a ghost would interject, as they tend to do, like moonlight.



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