shall we both crawl into my skin
together, to dig underneath
and just this once to inhabit
together the space between
my bones, to populate together
the brittle, rasping, barren space
where I secure all of my ghosts?
shall we live here under my skin
together, for just this one tick,
only for this precise version of now?
shall we then both relinquish my body,
leave it to the ghosts, leave it
and flee, and flee, and flee?