You question if you’re in the right place- next to me.

I tell you you’re like a ghost,

half in and half out of my world,

like that UFO incident

where men were fused to the side of a boat- half their bodies

buried in some unknown space of the structure.

I remember an interview with a witness-

he said there was nothing he could do,

so he brought one of the guys a pack of cigarettes

while he was suspended in the middle

of who knew what.

Would he ever see his other half again?

He was in the middle, as I

am in the middle of my life,

offering cigarettes and candy to someone

who doesn’t know

if he’s coming or going.