Dessert
Just look how he lives,
the judges would say
as they see him sitting
in a restaurant.
He never touches;
conversation abbreviated;
thinks all the time about souls
but no one feels him;
solitude and light praises,
acts of presumption and
expectations about invisible ghosts
with bodies of distance and dream.
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