GhostA Poem by Dolce Vita
"Please tell us a little about yourself"
Such an innocent request Surely I can fill volumes for you And yet. "Mother", I write "Wife" Blank. This cannot be all I have to say But the empty space is overwhelming. I am dead on arrival And I do not know this woman This impostor in the looking glass Gone slack in mind and body Perhaps my soul slithered out with the afterbirth Was parcelled up and thrown to the dogs And what remained, sucked away As my womb closed and my eyes dulled Sometimes there are ghosts of me Still haunting my favourite places: The beautiful spines of my books The velvety tip of my Russian Red The vixen heel of a stiletto They watch and wait patiently for my return As I try to glue body and soul back together © 2017 Dolce VitaReviews
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