do not look at me,
for I do not exist
I am skin and bone marrow
and oxygen tendrils
and you cannot touch what is not there.
•
so often I find
myself encased in glass,
in tones of grey and tones of song
and a husk under a blanket
is the only thing keeping it all bound
to this plane.
•
do not say you care for me
because I am a ghost
and you’ve attached yourself
to something dead,
something intangible,
something that is missing.
•
let me go,
because I am gone.
•
1/23/19
