You Were a Ghost and I

was a ghost.

 

Let the trees hide

the stubborn high

rises.

 

So hot not

even the lake

moves. Weighted

by the water in the air.

 

What a sound

unsettles. The thing

that makes me sad is.

 

All my bodies

of water.

 

Take your trash

with you. But not

all of it.

Jenna Cardinale

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Also by Jenna Cardinale

• A Call for Softer Landings
• Tiny To Me Now