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Clyde T. Kessler's poetry has appeared in publications such as Free Zone Quarterly and Kota. He lives in Radford, Virginia. This poem is part of a series he calls "Goblintown: Poems for ghosts and the children of ghosts."

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by Clyde T. Kessler

I came home with a ghost.
It was a bluish, fire-eyed neighbor
ready for wars. It crouched and smiled
with its tendril hands smoldering.
It peered into an old gift, a prickly pear
that had a shriveled flower. It sat
like a blue shoat with some seed corn.
I told it some lies, and it told me the like,
then said I could learn to haunt while I lived,
and I smiled too, haunting these words.