meeting past

meeting past

this is how it can feel

to touch the past

like an electric eel

this is how it can feel

an eye, a stare

closing all space

an odour

from the cellar

to lock you inside

and a voice

rasping through

your skin

raises your stomach

and now

you are lost

for the moment,

you breathe

and breathe

until you notice

you are

alive

this is

why you don’t need

a knife to kill

it feels

good

to be alive

and ghosts

can be ghosts

we let them be

and walk inside

and out

with lizards and grass.