Carly Sachs studies in the MFA Program at The New School University. Recent work appears in Pavement Saw, Monday Poetry Report and Artcrimes. Being a nice girl from Ohio, she has no previous experience with the Fuck You genre.

 

 

 

 

 

Exorcising Paul
 

There are no ghosts here.
You do not rattle my windows,
fall out of my hair,
chant in the wind.
I cannot hear your breath in mine,
the ocean howling down route 59.
You are not the wind or the rain
and I am not waiting.
In New York, I'll hang your prism
in the kitchen, not the bedroom.
I will not wake up to you.
I will not wait up for you.

There are no ghosts here.
You do not sing in my bathroom
or meditate in the river.
I cannot find you on my roof,
the elms screaming outside.
You are not the sun or the moon
and I am not waiting.
In New York, I will loose you
in the street, in my head.
I will not call out to you.
I will not call you by name.