I had this dumbbell-weight I lifted once.

To relieve my body of its sorry spine,

Hopeful ghosting, un-sent in increments,

Each day successfully passed without a response like a newly blown balloon added to my bucket’s handle,

I take one dose daily.

But every ghost became so somehow.

One week now,

I expected my much needed housekeys,

packaged en-closure.

Prolonged dissonance is a farewell.

All it took was a single slice of the scissors,

a surprising, extra, package in the post;

And I knew as soon as I saw this CD spine.

That this - mustn’t - be the place.