Dennett
Dennett
Sep 7 · 1 min read

A poem of hauntings

Photo by Mathew MacQuarrie on Unsplash

I drank Old Fashioned bourbon,
Ate black-bean sliders,
Tried not to see the ghost —
Your ghost
On the meadow —
The make-shift
Soccer field —
Sprinting from end to end
Searching for a teammate —
Anyone to play.

I drank Old Fashioned bourbon
And tried to ignore your ghost
Running to our table.
Guzzling ice water,
Dismissing food —
Who can eat when a soccer ball waits?

I drank Old Fashioned bourbon
And tried not to see the Brazilian boy’s ghost —
The one who played with you while others
Pitched footballs, yelling Hike —
The Brazilian boy who didn’t speak English
But some Spanish
And so did you
But you didn’t need it because
You both communicated in
The universal language of soccer.

I drank Old Fashioned bourbon
And pretended I wasn’t seeing
Haints and phantoms
Playing soccer on a hot post-Dorian evening
When you are too far away for me to see
You doing anything.

I drank Old Fashioned bourbon
Until it was enough or too much,
Went home and slept to erase
Ghostly images,
Took a shower to wash away
Ghostly images.

I drank Old Fashioned bourbon
To not see you

It didn’t work.

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I was always a writer but lived in a bookkeeper’s body before I found Medium and broke free — well, almost. Working to work less and write more.

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