the ghost in my house is me​

it’s my dog or cat or
nothing, someone
I cant remember who

said—it’s nothing, you heard nothing

nothing brushing past me
nothing in blind spots
nothing misplaced

it doesn’t feel like home; I think
that’s good so I might leave

I think I died, but it was like going to sleep
and waking up to the same nothing

Selected byJordan Trethewey
Image credit:Steinar Engeland

Kaci Skiles Laws is a closet cat-lady and creative writer who reads and writes voraciously in the quiet moments between motherhood and managing Crohn's Disease. She grew up on a small farm in a Texas town alongside many furry friends, two sisters, and a brother. She has known tragic loss too well, and her writing, which is often dark and honest, is a reflection of the shadows lurking in her psyche. Her work can be viewed at:, and her visual artwork and music can be viewed on YouTube under Kaci and Bryant.