Today's poem is by Aaron Anstett

When I'm Ghost, Floaty, Outline
       

ill-defined, all my outlandish
specifics exactish, I'll moan
"Enh" and "Enh" and "Enh"
again and mean it if you ask me
how I like the afterlife and/or
to haunt the house no more.
Through thread-bare air I'll drift
spectral—get this—present
absence intent on useful mischief:
wiping crumbs from counters,
cleaning windows, polishing
whatever precious metal
you possess to such a luster
my fuzzy reflection unnerves me.

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from Late-Stage Everything
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