Francesca Woodman
Don Paterson


                        i
At the heart there is a hollow sun
by which we are constructed and undone

                        ii
Behind the mirror. Favourite place to hide.
I didn't breathe. They looked so long I died.

                        iii
What's shown when we unveil, disclose, undress,
is first the promise, then its emptiness

                        iv
Ghost-face. Not because I turned my head,
but because what looked at me was dead.

                        v
— We don't exist — We only dream we're here —
This means we never die — We disappear —

                        vi
We'd met 'in previous lives', he was convinced.
Yeah, I thought. And haven't spoken since.

                        vii
All rooms will hide you, if you stand just so.
All ghosts know this. That's really all they know.