If I could define a ghost in a bed sheet I would
A pastel persona
A photograph
You know the sliver
From the conniving little splinter,
on the floorboard?
Or a bad box spring mattress
Something I could never get quite comfortable on
You know the feeling?
The lingering feeling
Of a gripping grab on your cooled off outside leg
Dangling
Free falling
Fond, yet frightening enough?
The ghost's breathe
Cools the outer leg
Chilling it in the fridge full of Lucifer's libido
Forcing you to flail back under the fire
Beads of sweat barreling down your skin
Forgetting the forgiveness of air
Because one little snag could take you whole
A blanket
A body
A basement floor
Cooler
Ironically closer
And a bedsheet
-Party Ghost
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