Emily’s Ghost Machine
David Anthony Sam
i am nobody
so you can misread
letters randomed words
fall of musty dictionary
i am no one
or two or trinity
zeroed before decimal point
or after all where minimal
i am not this or that
nor noun nor name
so easily returned
without comment
i am not placed
in certainty or
misplaced in doubt
but lost between
i have nothing new
but what is borrowed
stolen worn
as rags motley fooled
i envy you who
fall out these cracks
into bright light
for i have shadows
for i am shadows
this in contrast
left to beg for space
where not allowed
i am no one
to sing of nothing
but make these mumbles
assonant to life
i am nobody
to ask if you
wear my anonymity
as saving grace