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Because You Are a Ghost, So Am I

 

Ghosts sometimes wear the bones
of the living, drive a truck,
widen their eyes
as if you are the surprising
creature, trespassing through life
with your warm skin, hands
full of stardust, lips swollen
with kisses, heart defiant
with the memory of them,
considering the universe
of hipbone and backseat,
a new, old world.

No man walks through a wall
unscathed, so it’s a good thing
hearts are not walls,
and the door’s unlocked,
and the lights are turned off,
and you are not scared
of the dark. Some are born
for fight and shadow,
a flash of red, a grazing of teeth,
a conjuration against
all common sense.

There are no strangers here,
only magic, the belief
in the unbelievable,
and despite
the prayers meant to guard against it,
you have fallen
to your knees, frantic
in this cathedral
of want, with its high ceilings
and impossible scaffolding,
this is your holy place,
four chambers
that echo a name
you won’t say aloud.

Sometimes, the dead man walks.
Sometimes, the dead man speaks.
Sometimes, the ghost
living in your heart
also lives somewhere else,
and yet, the door stays open,
and yet, the moon arrives
with hope in its teeth, a clever gleaming,
silent as the hunger
of bones, a reminder
of how patient the darkness
must sometimes be
with the horizon.

All clocks are set
to measure
one thing or another—
yours ticks
blue, a constant summoning
of secrets.

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Categories: poem, poems, Poetry, Uncategorized
  1. August 24, 2016 at 2:51 pm

    Nicee

  2. August 24, 2016 at 3:02 pm

    Very nice! Mood…imagery…you’ve illuminated the surface of something dark and disturbing.

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