• Bethany Stimac

indisposed little ghost

Updated: Oct 24

recalling my lost,

child-made plans,

(when seeds had then

grown more simple)

i wonder where

my will walked off to,

why my hands are now

sheer and dimpled


i think nothing of novelty,

bear a thin, vapor frame

sucking air through my loose,

clouded glands (it’s a shame)

and i’m not as morbid

as i like to pretend

(as i like to play out in

my head these days)


though despite my time,

however partial,

i still long to witness the road


since i’ve been, i’ve sat,

an insomniac,

an odd, indisposed little ghost


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