put the chairs back

by Sean Selbach

the ghosts haunting me

kind of just ask what i’m looking at.

spirits who sweep up the pieces

& suggest i see someone.

put the chairs back where they were

& return to the great beyond.

my prayers always sound like diaries.

first person train wrecks, piling up 

at my knees.

under never answer skies, the questions 

all remain.

close my eyes, address the stars anyway.

run out of names for God, but not 

things to say.

there’s a bump in the night

& i greet the noise with a 

Where were you?

Sean Selbach is a poet living in Chicago, IL whose work has previously appeared in The Indianapolis Review, Sledgehammer Lit, and Door is a Jar.