Tangible Ghosts, by Alex Taitague

Early this morning
(so early that some call it last night)
you might find yourself in bed
wondering on the molecular level
why your sheets aren’t rigid
or how anything moves
or how this esurient science might
make the universe more mysterious.

Solid transparent objects as tangible ghosts.
Captious songs as uncomfortable supernaturals.
How things exist without sentences.

Last night I dreamt about why the day starts at 12:00 AM
and how I wasn’t dreaming in real time
and how it was probably early morning
and how tomorrow (today) I would start a story with
“Last night I dreamt…”

Alex Taitague is a bespectacled poet and UC Berkeley student from Redlands, California.

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