Saturday, August 4, 2018

Adminatory Notes on the Story of a Ghost

And then you find out you’re real
When you never thought
You’d ever be anything

Remotely like real again.
You remember you were good
At it, at being human,

Unlike all the rest of us.
But now, you’re not. What to do,
You wonder, as you?

You gather your memories
As a king gathers armies,
As an old woman gathers

Her shawl around her shoulders.
Her shawl! Your ghost sheet shudders.

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