How to Ghost
Hey look man, if I did something
to you, I mean, if you are pissed
or something just let me know.
Dude, I thought that was you today
in Half-Price but it was only
someone who sounded like you.
I know you remember that one
friend who liked to watch his wife fuck
other dudes, and how when you
found out you didn’t speak to him
again. I kind of feel like that guy
right now. Does that make sense?
Listen, I heard, well, someone told me
you’d been arrested. You’d gone to jail.
That’s why you haven’t written back.
I hope you understand that I can’t find
you, even though you’re homeless,
living in your car on Nicholasville Road.
Even if I see you, I won’t look back.
Bound as we are, I’ll salt my doorstep,
say your name only to ask you to leave.
I could really identify with the immense feeling of loss that you captured so well. Great job, Chris!
reply 2 my DM dad
i was impressed by the poem’s honesty and how it flowed so freely and when i went back to writing i felt inspired to let loose and rock it!
“I’ll salt my doorstep, say your name only to ask you to leave.”
Ouch! That is cold.
I love it.
Salt does not deter the other in this poem. It will simple float down from the attic–up from the basement–never mind how it got there in the first place–mind whether you are the other guy–the guilty dog barkine…