DO NOT THINK I AM A GHOST
unfettered
I glide between walls
my flesh to me as an abstract leash
present yet intangible; a sigh
alive, dispassionate
hoping for a way to somehow bleed
lest I forget that I have blood at all

LEARNED BEHAVIORS
you carry it with you
lurking inside your ribs
festering in the deep brown marrow
eat up, eat up
your heritage
this virulent lineage
spoiling every soul you brush against

UNTITLED
something is wrong
something is wrong
I'm twisting at the waist
pivoting and bending
trying to see what the matter could be
I see nothing amiss and yet
something is wrong