Matter. It Doesn'T Really [super] Poem by Karlo Dela Cruz Oropesa

And these — there ridiculous paranormal
experts words coming out from their mouths
“energy” — “force” — “electric charge” —
“temperature” — Ergo
supernatural = matter
assuming these people know mass-energy equivalence or E=mc^2

but my point really is
I am a ghost —

She, ah she keeps on reminding
me that I am a ghost — What, then —
I pass through walls, she passes through
me, seeing nothing. Now! Confused I am thinking

I am made of
i-don’t-know, but since she can’t
see / hear / feel
me I conclude, I am
made of neutrinos, or photons or other elusive
particles —