Ghost | Ellie Francis Douglass

Somehow my body senses
you’re gone.

It’s searching, burning through
cells of fat over my stomach, hips.
My bones surface
like forsaken cars in a receding lake.

I feel thin as skim milk.
If I let anyone close enough,
they could run their hand through me.

Ellie Francis Douglass holds an MFA from Oregon State University, and she is the Poetry Editor of Carve Magazine. Her poems have been published in the Missouri Review Online,Sweet: A Literary Confection, and others. She publishes the My Tribe Interview Series on her website,, to promote women writers. Follow her on twitter @elliefdouglass.


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