you've got the haircut
and the haunted look
- ghosts don't have
to be goth. Really.
But yours is, inside.
You can see it
pretending to hide -
overkill with cyanide,
a side of sliced almonds
dyed fluorescent orange
garnishing a largish green
sugar-skull marzipan. And I am
wrong in my condescending guess
of what it is you do, love,
or do best
- or you say I am.
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