Volume 18 – Q Leor Feldman

Two Ghosts

~Leor Feldman

our voices crack like meat on a spit

your eyes apply
enough pressure to     tenderize

moon leaks from your lips

hair parted down the middle
like tendrils–        gray roots sprout

I focus on the white teeth of your shirt

voices sizzle on low heat

you twist towards me:
“please don’t be gone when I get back”

summer humidity       drips
in my waist-band

i sit up as you beckon
like a puppeteer

when I realize it’s me
pulling the strings