Surely it is no secret —
I am in love with ghosts.
Just this morning I awoke with one
folded naked against my spine
on the sheets I bought just for you.
In those short-film dreams before dawn,
we were there again
so easy and transparent —
as ghosts are known to be.
But life is never that see-through, is it?
Rarely that ethereal.
For here we are bound —
so bound —
to the day-to-day-to-day,
dreams tucked away in linen closets,
square corners and pedestrian piles.
©2014, Jen Payne