ghost

I trip over the sound of my own voice and fall into a complicated place where there is no whiskey or cigarette money. I am a ghost you probably see, a man you probably don’t, slouched, no doubt, or crouched between the moments, starving for silence, with traces of red lipstick still on my cheek.

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