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[bonebleached]

touching a ghost

my ghost flew toward you
after stepping off the porch

natural, familiar
a phantom reach--

and it's wrong
that i'll dream about you again

that sorrow you feel, listening to familiarities
a voice, a song,
and when i sing i envoke our memories

which is all i have
at times:
a feeling at my fingertips

"'well you're magic,' he said."