" 

underneath the table 
little ghost legs stick out 
worn out from hide and seek 
from being weak 

from the ceiling 
my legs fall down 
worn out from all [bad word] 
from being 

stepping on sunflower seeds at the carnival 
dangling from swing-sets in the schoolyard 
tapping under a desk filled with poetic [bad word] 
squeaking in halls after the rain 
so restless now let me rest 
closer still 
closer still 
narcissistic in my self-loathing 

little ghost [bad word] on home 

" 

— J.D.