Alexithymia Poem by Shelby Barker

the ghosts are powerful and
the wind is strong, smelling of
bittersweet and foul nostalgia with
musky half-translucent eyesores
pulling, pulling, to the beginning

like today’s rivers flowing drenching
you in what is, love? ,
lust, and lack of resistance on
the flexing hips of the world to find a
place in confusion and truth
rolling, rolling, to the

goals and ghouls of what is to
come, trepidation and aspiration
as to…

comparisons are not enough