After the shots Not a fever No side effect Except this pause Or call it fear Of going back To the old life The world of flesh I am thinking This is how ghosts Floating edgewise Near visible And when given Another chance To be with us Would turn it down Would turn away From stink and filth And all the mess Of being real Would choose to stay Thin and empty Among the dreams To which they're bound
Copyright 2021 Owen Hughes
Owen Hughes grew up in the Yukon Territory and Ontario, Canada, before attending Dartmouth College, where he studied English literature. He is an attorney and the author of a collection of poems The Gravedigger’s Art.
This expresses so much of what I feel right now. Thank you.
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Baccans in my Canadian neck of the woods-loved this, thanks
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