Some Other Body

My body is a haunted house,

a coffin under construction

between the stages of decay

Sometimes I am the ghost

aimlessly

haunting the space I used to live

Not knowing how to move from

what I used to be

Inhabiting some other body,

a memory,

my future self, fragments

Some days I am the haunted house

Once, filled with so much promise

now, abandoned

I don’t care.

all I am are rattled shutters,

cracked floor boards,

broken windows

I am afraid of living so long

I get used to breathing

without feeling

like I ever have to pay rent for joy

so I retreat to the house

Close the front door,

live in the fragments of sun,

seeping through cracked shutters

eventually living becomes haunting

and so I remain.