I met a spirit today

In the bathroom of my

Favorite coffee shop

It’s like, gay friendly but not

Gay exclusive. Nowhere is anymore.

I think maybe this ghost wishes

Places were, but maybe

I’m just projecting

Onto this projection.

Anyway–the ghost!

What a refreshing person to meet

I was so fucking hot and then

Bam, temps are normal and neat.

I think this ghost wanted to

Fuck me, but again

I’m terrible at projecting

Onto spirits and other things


I walked by the door

And it slammed behind me

Weather? Drafts? Systems?

Bah, nah,

Pure spirit buffoonery

Pretty sure some

19th century cross-dressing

Lesbian sex paradise

Was hitting on me

What else could it be?


Life is what you project it to be.

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