…a phantom weight of roller skates with no bones
to ferry clinging to the ankles, uprooting the dead
now just a shadow of nostalgia in an empty cup
with dredges of dear bitter-sweet Sherry whispering
no soles for the flit of feet listening to the clatter
of unhinged disco echoing, ricocheting off the widow’s
dust grinding four on the floor, a melody of a phantom
weight
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Phantom Weight
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