poeming (at my table/rest)



the ghost at my table
wants to know
when the weapons
will arrive. we're ready,
it thinks, waiting. 
the ghost at my table
is hungry, but patient,
it knows it will get fed
sooner or later. 
the ghost at my table 
has my face.
has my hands.
has my long torso. 
the ghost at my table
rests, waiting for weapons 
that sit on the table beside it. 
the ghost at my table
can wait til I'm gone
before it picks up the knife. 
the ghost at my table
will be me, one day,
my ghost at the table.