She races from phantoms 

and me.

Hides in the strangest places.


She sees.  Faces me.


Woohoo! I say. Woohoo!



There she goes

chased by demons.

Eluding me.


Now I’ll never find her.

(So she believes.)


She is crossing over.

Fading in front of me.

First her body, now her sensibilities.


She slinks in slivers.


Unseemly portions

I thought were dead



Breathe.  Just breathe.



I hate the hunger.


Instantaneously was first published in the poetry magazine Better than Starbucks in its November, 2018 issue (Vol III, No. IX).

Categories: Poetry, Selection: 2010 - 2015

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