[deadringer, Ghostwriter Captain] Poem by Aaron Eliad

deadringer, ghostwriter captain,
I miss you.
Since we last spoke, I opened
a small space to find one more.
Your time had changed fourfold
and challenged to count
or say emotionally.

A dog at your feet handwrites
overseas war mutiny.
He goes home and someone says
good luck in jail on the phone.

Doing our best
is like hearing a satchel of seeds
trickle over our toes
while we sit alone. see them grow.
Hear them hit the ground.
See them grow.
Each bead like a string base,
and runs in amnesia.

I love you captain.
Will you hold me?
look through a glass porter peephole
and touch me? Tell me your name.
Love plainness for plainness;
and all the times you came in second,
and third or fourth.