a frozen ghost


i spent night
with my aching past
t’ward the poorly
lit 31st street

it’s been so long since
i spent time in that world
we built ourselves

i wait, breathless
to hear the whispers
of only 17

i am a ghost in this
and to stay too long would
freeze me
have i been on this couch
with the record player on
the shelf
reclined, afront a vinyl
you nuzzle your freckles against
my skinny
did we watch the movie flubber?

was it cold like this,
back then?
i wasn’t

of that i am

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