He followed me home

for the first time

it was around midnight or so

I wanted to run, but it was better to walk he was hungry  ghost you know.

He wore a hat

he walked with a cane

he whispered his name in a gravely voice

but not loud enough for  me to hear

I figure that one day

I’ll hear it

when I’m still and  cold and blue-

He’ll say ” immrziippppp”

and I’ll say:

” I’ve always wondered what it feels like to be inside of a body bag.

Now I guess I know.”