Thoughts on a rainy Thursday afternoon after too much time roaming in my own head:

A Ghost In My Head

I’ll give you my quiet thoughts

but be careful with them

They are small

and piercing and sudden and about you

I’ll give them away one breath at a time

just drop them in your hands

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I am made of little pieces

pretend I’m made of glass

I am see-through and shy

and looking at you

a heartbeat at a time

against the palm of your hand

This afternoon the rain soaked my pants and pissed me off, watered down my coffee, and blinded me wherever I went.