Poetry by Barbara Jane Reyes

Ghost   A ghost is a dissolving self who is dissolving because she has little else to do except dissolve. She lingers as no one has given her permission to leave the room. She waits for them to summon her, to refill their rice, to make their coffee, to bring more beer from the ice box. The game’s on and there are guests. Surely, they will call. She will stand in her corner and fold her hands until they call. She will wait.