Ghost is Me

I left immediately.
I didn’t dress.

I stepped out quietly,
A crayon like a violin,

An imposter of gravity.
The ghost

I left behind
I waited till now to name.

I painted lines in the street:

Love is
A bikini red sky in canvas
Shoes.

But the ghost,
The ghost is me

In the flip flops of the moon.

See to it your words are wingspan wrought.

And get us out of here.

6 thoughts on “Ghost is Me”

nickreeves says:

spectral & ace
xo

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August 4, 2020 at 12:09 pm Reply
1. Bob Whiteside says:
  
  Thanks Nick. Much obliged.
  
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  August 4, 2020 at 1:40 pm Reply
schoolofblue says:

Brilliant

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August 5, 2020 at 11:41 am Reply
1. Bob Whiteside says:
  
  Thank You!
  
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  August 5, 2020 at 11:59 am Reply
Sunra Rainz says:

“See to it your words are wingspan wrought” – I love this line.

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September 30, 2021 at 9:05 pm Reply
1. Bob says:
  
  Thank you!!
  
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  October 1, 2021 at 8:45 am Reply