Reprinted with incredible gratitude Words and choice of photograph are from the mind of: Calee Rigdon, Oklahoma State University
You are the ghost now When I drift away, I encounter you somehow. The peace of my dreams you slay Ripping my subconscious apart. I thought you had been satisfied, in the destuction of my heart
I feel like You'll learn more About human nature Sitting two seats Across from someone in a laundromat Pegged by antiquity Celing fan spinning Machines roaring loud Some people chatter About the election Others the war Few remain silent Talk about something Pressure I feel Am I alone? I'm not trusted In this corner Writing this poem Because I fail To applaud Obama Or dress poor Or hair brown Or skin dark Or face wrinkled They'll never know I write about Their whole existence Inside this book They never escape But do I?
