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GHOST GFS by Ctch Bsnss


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ISBN: 978-0996303644
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GHOST GFS is a poetic narrative about a manipulative relationship which is first initiated online. Ctch Bsnss vividly chronicles her emotions through her time as a ghost, a shell of her self, who is never truly known by her partner but remains a haunting presence. In GHOST GFS, Ctch Bsnss creates a document of solidarity for those who have experienced similar pains and hauntings.

Catch Business’ GHOST GFS is luminescent. The velocity of these poems creates the illusion of each line manifesting in real-time, revealing a unique voice that’s both painstakingly deliberate and achingly open. Ethereal yet modern, hopeful yet devastating, GHOST GFS is like reading someone’s gchat conversation with the void.

– Sonya Vatomsky, Salt is for Curing

This book feels like solitary confinement, like a fever dream in your childhood bed, like a pool of blood in black & white film, like the way the body stains its own clothes, like a mouth after two cigarettes, like a skinned knee like a badge, like a fucked up palm reading, like seriously alone in the dark, like vomiting on a flowerbed, like your best friend bottoming out, like a t-shirt over a bare chest, like an invisible flag waving, like real bravery, like talking to yourself until you fall asleep, like white noise, like the brain recalling as it loses consciousness: fear, death, sex, screens, loneliness. This book makes me feel like I am not real, & that feels really, really good.

– Kelly Schirmann, Boyfriend Mountain

just like me

loud enough so
you can like me

i ask if you’ve cheated
or if you would

and we decide
if you want her

you will tell me
you don’t have to

i hear her
in your pill-dry voice

fringed elements
of our emotions

you say we need to work on us
that there is no me in me now

so what else can i show you?
other than the limbs bent before you

i believed i would never bend again

not for her not for your love of her
and not for a fantasy of three

as if these possibilities
occurred outside of the we

she defined for you
to use on me

lesson plans to reflect
intrigue with your clumsy tongue

invitations carried thru
the nameless crowd
she asked to sit near you

behind a sequined mask
i could’ve become

a chance for you to feel
what she made you feel