Sees you
10 feet tall now
6-and-something before
Unsure how to be a ghost
Longing for days back in the–
When you didn’t have to
When you did anyway
Memory: ghost pain
IVs languish here
Ruled by drips, alarms
Blasting, blaring, beeping
All the noise noise noise noise
Hit “silent.”
Sounds transmute into flashing light
Memories project through you onto walls
Super-8 home movies
Signifying something…
Transparent: I, you, he, she, it cannot touch you anymore
Moving too fast through something other than space/time in your new realm
Light hits you/through you/you are
Standing still
Hit “silent”