“Ghost Writing Distance in Vowels” by Mr. Zach

the first full moon
of spring
called for me
i answered
abandoning
literatures curse
forgotten words
that missed
the page
and the keyboard
that kept on typing.

“i. walks to sit where
the daisies grow
around the thoughts
of u. and melts
like ice cream
on july sidewalks.”

the first full moon
of spring
licks my face
in chrome
the keyboard
knows
i wait
and
strain
to hear
something
other than
crickets.

(Mr. Zach describes himself thus: Zachari James Popour is just like you, )

him, her, them; both the best and

the worst person in the world.