I Have Learned to Name the Ghosts
I have learned to name the ghosts.
Let’s call this one Freddie—
no particular reason or relation
to Freddie Mercury, though I do love
a good Queen, especially
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I have learned to name the ghosts.
Let’s call this one Freddie—
no particular reason or relation
to Freddie Mercury, though I do love
a good Queen, especially
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And if you want to know why
I keep telling the story,
it is because
someone else
might have lived it,
The working theory is this:
If we rage at something
we are not, we become
what we fling ourselves
against, protecting our bodies
I want to know what causes this pain.
Not just the ache we all eventually have
in the shell of our muscle and bone.
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Haiku written in May thus far. Katherine Mercurio Gotthardt, copyright 2024, all rights reserved.
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And this six o’clock
Saturday morning,
I thought I’d be brave
enough to write about
birds, or how blessed
anyone is to get to grow
old, only I am thinking
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I want to tell you things
look different now, more
early morning, more finch
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Even dandelions have backstories,
if you think long enough about your
past. How when you were supple
And I would like to label it just a bad mood,
this feeling of being closed in, trapped by
failing bone and muscle and a system set
tightly around the rich and healthy. Except
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Moving inherently means sorting
through the ages, opening trunks
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I owe me yet another one – another, I’m sorry I did that
to me, another, please forgive my insensitivity, my inability
to protect us from the unexpected week’s end, blasting
the same old lie, that we were never good enough to survive
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I
I was of two minds, now
Returned to one: You do not deserve
Anyone.
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I was this many years old when I learned what an opus number
means, how chronological order is not always set by composers,
but by scholars, historians, and academics. And having looked
up the word, as I am wont to do, having taken the head-first swan
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Shall I tell you I am disabled?
That I no longer can fend for
myself? Or shall I tell you
I now write the poetry you
mocked me for because
it does not pay the bills?
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Let’s set the record straight.
I do not claim to know what god
might be, nor do I entirely get gestalt.
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