12.1.15

Weekend words, so I can say I did it. ("I'm only here so I won't get fined")

11.24.15

I witnessed someone seeing their first ghost.

I was jealous because I remember

the fear and power in the realization

the understanding of new knowledge

that no one could steal;

part vision, part memory.

Now my memories hardly touch me.

The potential for embarrassment is too

great--I hurt to consider it

and hope everyone else has forgotten it, too.

I hurt to consider the memories of hurting,

even though I can access them in my own words.

You can see me now, I am substantial.

(I have been told).

Of this I am not sure, the evidence

is not convincing.

Your knives might pass right through--

hitting no meat, and no organ of value.