GHOSTS
We set up the camera hoping to find ghosts
I felt small as the world turned
my lungs were still state of art,
and all my friends would stand by me
all my friends would live forever
i could have told you the first and last name of every girl i had ever had a crush on
the city was still all angels to me
long before i felt the scars on my ribs
My mother was still proud
and my brother still mad at the world
I didn’t get cold once that whole year
if you had asked me to pick my death from a hat
i would have cheated to die by the ocean
despite our efforts we didn’t find a single ghost that night
but they’re here now and i wish i’d never looked
and as for the turn of the world…
i still feel small
By LUKE ROSE
