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.