ghost who is afraid of the dark

can we, can we, can we
please fall in love with the sunrise
instead of dusk?

the moon is spooky enough
without us tickling lost
kittens. the air

is cold enough, and
the sun won't make us any more
dead! though we might

get a tan, or blue
ecto-freckles. when i was alive,
i used to wear

these blue plaid dresses, and
lily, our cat, got
run over by a big red truck.

The End

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