Remainders

remainders

livid ghosts visit me

in the night’s shallows

casting ripples on

the surface of

that well

that dwell’s within me

which is, I believe, the source

and chamber of my being

so quiet please you visions of

reverberated shame,

leave me in peace.

I would prefer

a friendly ghost

a tickle, not a fright

in bed with me

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