Wednesday, February 12, 2014


I’ve been sitting here trying to figure out
whether or not
you should know my mind.

Maybe it’s just not the time,
but maybe it’s not my decision to decide.

I know that small details that probably pass
right by you have lasting effects on me.
Like kicking the head off of a mannequin or
singing the Ronettes on Christmas Eve.

Sometimes it feels as if you are a ghost
growing in me.
A thing that I can’t get rid of, no matter
how many exorcisms take place.


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