ghosts

all the men i’ve ever loved
all the boys
are scrubbing up against
the inside of my eyes

a stuffed head of stuffed
dreams
i can’t see out
pairs of hands make idle work
of me

what if there is no space
left, in the crowd,
in the end,
for me?

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