haha

i live with loss.
i love with skeletons. future ghosts.
untethered ones. who find wormholes in between bouts of communication. fits of furrowed fantasies.

i live in the credited time. the one I pay back - not them - I.
after their scent is stronger than their Self.

i live with legends. who haunt the hallways of my memory. make more space than is healthy. 
carve into the woodgrain - their initials - then "haha".

i love with bones. no meat remains. nor mumbles anymore.
just wind blown in by the dashing of bodies. the retreating of healing.
i live with ghosts.