SO
SOFT GHOST
THE SHAPES HAVE CHANGED
MY NEIGHBORS TURN ON DIFFERENT LIGHTS
YOU TURN OFF; SOMEWHERE ELSE AL-
-ONE I STARE INTO BLACK SHADOWS
I SIT EXACTLY HOW YOU SAT
FOR HARDER LONGING;
TO THICKEN HONEY—
AND IN KALEIDOSCOPIC VISIONS I
REVISIT VIGNETTES UNTIL
DANCING SILHOUETTES APPEAR -
MIRAGE REACHING WISPS OF PALM FOR
EVERY LAST THREAD OF MEMORY
FLOWING OUT MY EARS
ALL OF THIS AROUND MY NECK:
I WILL NOT FEEL NOTHING AND
THIS IS NOT OVER AND
I AM SUMMONING MY VOICE AND
FLUSHING DEAD BLOOD FROM OLD CUTS AND
SUMMONING YOUR VOICE AND
THIS IS NOT OVER AND
I DO NOT FEEL NOTHING AND
YES A LIGHT WILL WASH CHAOS UP MY NECK BUT
YOU WILL NOT BE RINSED FROM THE DARK
