by Arthur Abraham
In the Berkeley Marina
looking at a bridge,
I am reminded what a ghost is.
I want to go tap
my friend showing me around,
point to the bridge connecting
Marin and say:
My brother’s old college friend
probably biked across that bridge
before he went missing in January.
I tap my friend and tell her
how excited I am
to lose my health here
and pin my flyers
on the campus bulletins
informing everyone that
I am looking for someone
to bike that bridge with me
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Arthur Abraham was born in Los Angeles.
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