i am a ghost

i am a cold vapor— i feel
nothing when gliding above
wooden floor boards. Dust stirs slightly
but that is all.

i want to be a spirit who
throws china with a resolute crash.
i want to be memories
that raise hair on your arms.
i want to be a phantom
you call to in the night, when no one is around,
and darkness
provides a cloak of opportunity.

But silence is my lover.
Leave
the light on
to see glimmers like tears that
won’t wet my cheeks.

(revised poem from 2010)

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