ghost story

STEPHEN CAVITT

Her bare feet drifted inches above the pine boards,
the hem of her shift muddy, her eyes like Luna moths,
pale, unearthly green. I remember her hand on my shoulder,
how it passed through bone. Some old sorrow rose to meet it. 
The hound shuddered in his sleep. I was a boy. I was in love.
I don’t know if she was ghost, angel, the wind turned over 
and over into a body like winter grasses, slim and hushed,
but I would do anything to make her happy, and knew I’d fail.
She stepped through plaster, through two by fours, 
through cedar siding–love is always this way–
the space between the barn light and the moon.

Stephen Cavitt, MFA, is the author of The Und Wars series, which follows humans into the stars after a devastating alien invasion. His poetry collection Noctis Terrores is forthcoming from Electric Phoenix Press. Visit him on the web at stephencavitt.com. 

Next (Caitlin Upshall) >

< Previous (Shou Jie Eng)