Poems / writing

breakfast with ghosts

oh no.
here it goes.

i awoke to a ghost
eating cinnamon toast.
when i approached
him he rose
and slowly he spoke.

leave me alone
or you’ll cause me to choke
i thought, how could he choke
without having a throat.

then he said, go.
with this exact quote,
so he could finish his toast
while his milk was still cold.

my goal, for the most,
was to be a good host.
so i left him alone,
but told him please use a coaster.

© 2013 by Marlon D. Hall. All rights reserved.


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