the ghost of lover's past

she looks

at me with her enormous

green eyes.

i know what you're thinking

she says.

you do?

you want pancakes this

morning, don't you?

and bacon.

and maybe

a piece of toast with

blueberry jam.

right?

she pulls the sheets up

to her

eyes.

her boney knees

pointed n the air.

i'm right, aren't I?

maple syrup?

what are you doing with

the sheets?

she covers

her face, pulling

the sheet over her head,

and whispers.

i'm not here anymore.

i'm a ghost.

i'm the ghost of lover's

past.

you haven't taken your

meds today

have you?