Working through the 227 Rules For Monks.
Who knew the simple life could be so complex.
Haunted
there is this theory
that it is unfinished business
that keeps spirits on earth
but we had no unfinished business
so I don’t know why
I’m haunting him
it wasn’t my intention
to haunt anybody
when death fit me like a glove
I thought
this is it
I can take it easy
let myself relax
let this new dimension
can give me whatever shape I need
I don’t have to think
of who I am
what to do
I can just be nothing
I welcomed this loss of self
only to discover
him
he was holding
onto more than a memory of me
as far as I knew
we were sexually familiar with each other
affectionate but not emotionally invested
at least not the point
where I would be
hovering behind him
in a shower steamed mirror
gone before he could turn around
I don’t want to be here
he’s not the one
I’d pick to haunt
it would be you
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