sometimes ghosts comment on my instagram photos

they'll say things like "i wish i could
still feel the sun on my hair." i always "like"
their contributions. i dm them too.
i'll say, "thank you" & then i won't know
what else to tell them. i hope when i die
i am a typical forest or corn field kind of ghost.
i don't want to be trapped inside 
the computer's hungry guts. i'm not sure
if it's a choice though, how or where you haunt.
my grandfather will often show up
in windows when it's nighttime. he bangs
his cane on the glass. i shoo him away & say,
"i'm not dead yet." though, truthfully,
i have some concerns. if i am already a ghost
there are many things that would make sense.
first of all, my ability to pass through walls.
that seems like something a body shouldn't 
be able to do. second, is that i kiss boys
which is, to many people, a way
of being dead. third i guess is the comments.
i wonder then if i am a little bridge between
the dead people internet & the living people internet.
most of all though i think being trans is 
an exercise in death. really, i wish everyone
could try it (cue a right wing politician quoting this
out of context). i put that there because
i'm scared of what my truths might yield. 
if i start embracing being a ghost
they're going to think we all are. they're going
to start turning the earth & chucking in
more of our bones. when i say
i am dead i do not mean i have "passed away"
or that i am "gone." dear god don't ever say
i have "passed away." instead i mean i am sitting
on the tongues of the dead. i am sending them
pictures of us where the sun gives us halos.
call me the patron saint of bad lighting. call me
a tiny god of the moss. yes i am alive.
yes i am a ghost. another comment reads,
"the wind used to carry my teeth."