The Bookworm’s Break-Up

There are no pages
I could turn
to rid me of you.

You are the preface
to every chapter of my life.

It is your hand
that haunts me the most,

assertive in its cursive scripts,
lingering in the linguist of me,
inspiring a succession of chilled thrills in me.

How do you exorcise a ghost
that only lives in your head?

© Keighley Perkins


About handshedown

Keighley Perkins is a Cardiff-based poet whose influences include Anis Mojgani, Selima Hill and Richard Brautigan. Her work has previously been published in "Acumen", "Elbow Room", "Erbacce", "Fire", "Northwind" and "Obsessed with Pipework". She can also be found online on Twitter at @handshedown. View all posts by handshedown

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