polter-ganger

Abora

11/1/19 1:08AM

 

i wring myself out like a dishrag

every time i see your doppelgänger

and i see you in the market

tossing your waving locks

around your head

as you look from papaya to pineapple

snap back

and i unhinge my jaw as i mumble “excuse me”

and smell burning curry

 

and i see you on screens

but never an actual name

some other word

for a ghost

 

and mostly, i just feel twisting

torsion grabs my innards

as your doppelgänger lopes around a hill

in the exact lithe purpose

i watched you walk away with

 

i am such an old and tired dishrag

that i hardly stretch at all

  • Author: Big Swifty (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 2nd, 2019 00:16
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 37
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