Echo Body
You gave me a ghost
for my birthday, a companion
in my solitude. The divorce was finalized
by then and I expected nothing
from you, but this was worse,
the ghost’s moaning in the morning,
an alarm clock I could never unplug.
At least I could leave it at home,
so the neighbors could not judge
my fate. Better to be a crazy cat
women in their eyes, than this.
But ghosts can be useful, mine
it turns out was a particularly
fine conversationalist, a former
cab driver, he made the evenings
more pleasant and he kept me
appraised of what went on while
I was at work. Soon I found his moaning
ignorable, and the cloud of cold
that gathered around him, forgivable.
by Caitlin Thomson - Caitlin Thomson is the co-founder of The Poetry Marathon, an annual event that involves hundreds of poets, world wide. Territory Prayer, her third chapbook was just published by Maverick Duck Press. You can learn more about her writing at www.caitlinthomson.com