Tuesday, June 16, 2026

poem

 Haunted

People who believe in ghosts

Always have the ghost doing 

Such dumb things—

dragging heavy chains 

slamming screen doors

dropping TV controllers on the floor 


If I were a ghost I’d crawl inside

Your clothes while you were still wearing them

Put my ghost ear against your real heart

Skin against spectral skin


When your top buttons come undone

The hairs on the back of your neck

Bristle as the cool breeze

Of my ghost breath

Caresses your white chest


Yes slips from your lips 

You get so flushed 

People stop to ask if you’re ok.

You just smile and say

You’ve been haunted


6/16/26

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