she says, startled,
waking me up.
i hear
footsteps,
the creaking of stairs,
something
rattling
in the attic.
did you lock the doors?
shut the windows.
it sounds like
someone is in
here.
go back to sleep,
i tell her,
looking at the clock.
it's 3 a.m.
just a few ghosts
from my past.
this is when they like
to get up.
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