"this whole goddam house stinks of ghosts. i don't mind so much being haunted by a dead ghost, but i resent like hell being haunted by a half-dead one"


-j.d. salinger, zooey glass


i don't know who
i would haunt if i had the opportunity--
probably the widower down the street,
the kind who yells at small children playing
on his sidewalk
because in a twisted sort of way
he has it all figured out

i would play on his sidewalk
and his pilsner shouts
would echo through me
sleeping between the unpainted pickets