playing, creeping, tiptoeing
ghosts in the graveyard
scaring themselves to death
screaming, spooky, squealing, shrieking
so much fun.
“while it’s cool to think ghosts exist, i don’t want to see one.”
what a birthday for grandie j
on an afternoon spent with family and friends at
imagine a mash-up of
barnum and bailey
guiness book of records memorabilia
carnivals, cotton candy, prize tickets
coin-operated animatronics, mechanical games
collections of very imaginable oddity
along with some
you could never imagine.
it was a boy’s dream come true.
“once a person has all the things they need to live, everything else is entertainment.”
in the kinder room
one ‘sleeps’ in the cot garage
a hand reaches out
one ‘sleeps’ outside
barely on her cot
sees the signal
of all kinds.
let the spy games begin.
in my head, i think i’d make a perfect spy,
but in reality, i don’t think i’d fare very well.