On the car ride home from vacation
Mom and Dad listen to a book
blaring through the speakers
from Mom’s cell phone
on the wrinkly face of the moon
a dog’s head appears in its shadows
follows us down the road
wispy clouds tumble across the sky
smother the bright light of the moon
like a lantern that blew out
turn to Evie:
“All this started because
of a thirty second video
I took on Dad’s camera.”
“About that.”
Evie lays Mr. Crunch
across her lap like a snack tray:
“I showed it to Dad. He says
it’s the reflection of car headlights
in the windows.”
she shrugs
Maybe
but the rest of the stuff
mist
rowboat
raft
nightmares
dog collar
ghost
ghost writing
writing a ghost
are real.