ethereal

by Jason Alan

we stand,

staring at them.

like ghosts

who have forgotten

what it’s like to be human.

***

we stand,

heads back,

mouths open.

hoping

the rain will water us.

like the sedentary vegetation

we have come to be.

***

we stand,

drunk.

numb.

anesthetized

by the drug ethereal.

that clouds

our cherubic minds.