Michael Loughran The Office of the Principal

Look how the song is not a song but a person pretending to weep,
how the ghost in your body is not a ghost but a smaller body singing.

Look how disobedient.
Look how we stalk each other like housecats upon smaller housecats,

alive but not, too alive, too full of rocks.
Look how the rocks are not rocks but something worse.

Look at the sky eating the sky,
how the low cloud settles atop your cloud-shaped face.

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