maybe ghosts are onto something

they’re free to exist without anyone noticing

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he won’t stop staring. his eyes linger on certain places,
does he like what he sees? is he undressing me in his mind,
as I was taught every man does, every time he sees a woman?
but I’m not a woman. I am so much more,
or maybe less. I don’t often feel like I am enough,
but then again, I am also too much.
if you see only the sum of my…