check out that shift

ghosting is the way to go, so he ghosts, or
goes, that is. it’s all up in smoke in the end,

or in his head. there’s nothing there in the ghost-
memory. ghost of a memory. it never even could

get memorized: it was imagined, this idea of a memory:
them, or us
together at last just as we are meeting. it’s a meet and greet

sort of story. but god, you’re catholic (look at the necklace)
and I’m straight-up tasteless, loveless, naively restless.
boring, and straight won’t go over well, we’ll go to bed

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