A Tour You Gave

I stared at my ghosts in white vinyl chairs while you floated past the doorway. And this is where you'll become fluent in English, you were declaring. You'll have teachers like this wholesome American girl you said as you gestured toward me in my aquarium. Do you hear how my heels click on the glossy pine floor? We are always this cheerful, you were telling the wide-eyed client. Your white hairs shimmered in the British Library light. Your body was quivering like a toy poodle near an ice cream cone.