June 17, 2022
resentment
Carol Casey
Re: What you sent and what it
meant. Could you clarify?
TBH some words you sent
have hit a glass wall between
me and you and stuck there,
obscuring the view,
blocking my light.
Re: What you haven’t sent and
what it meant to me
I re-sent re: what you meant.
IMO- Your ghost is turning me
into same-
I’m losing substance, doomed
to disappear down the period
at the end of this sentence- no
this sentence will never end
like that ## OMG LOL
Re: What I haven’t sent, and
what I meant
I did a seance with your ghost,
then turned it into a GIF,
which I deleted.
I'm filling in the blanks myself.
I’ve rebooted to a fun new page.
Without you.
BTW, my ghost will not keep you posted.
TMI already.
Carol Casey lives in Blyth, Ontario with her husband, hundreds of books, and a large garden. Her work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and has appeared in The Prairie Journal, antilang, Dust Poetry Magazine, Santa Fe Literary Review, Sublunary Review, Blue Unicorn, Popshot Quarterly and others, including a number of anthologies, such as, Byline Legacies (Cardigan Press) and Oxygen, Parables of the Pandemic (River Paw Press). Facebook | Twitter | Webpage