In Love with Ghosts


Surely it is no secret —

I am in love with ghosts.

Just this morning I awoke with one

folded naked against my spine

on the sheets I bought just for you.

In those short-film dreams before dawn,

we were there again

so easy and transparent —

as ghosts are known to be.

But life is never that see-through, is it?

Rarely that ethereal.

For here we are bound —

so bound —

to the day-to-day-to-day,

dreams tucked away in linen closets,

square corners and pedestrian piles.


©2014, Jen Payne

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