2013-04-04T18:05:23-07:00April 4th, 2013|Musings on life|

How I make my living

I make my living hunting
for invisible objects

helping people rappel
down into their pasts
to fish around
for old smells and lovers

sometimes they find more
than they bargained for

I warn them
but they fall
to their knees anyway

to be met
by the ghost
of their younger selves

reeking of carelessness
for their tiny fragile life.

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