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by Mae Grey
· 16/03/2026
Published 16/03/2026 11:55
The ghost has left the bone.
I slide a foot to the corner
where the cotton is still cold.
The shivering has quit its work.
On the nightstand, the glass.
The ginger ale is flat and gold.
One bubble hangs on the side,
refusing to rise.
The air has weight again.
It doesn't vibrate or sting.
I can feel the floor.