we can be ghosts now
bc why not
We can be ghosts now.
The timing feels appropriate.
No one at the diner
would notice the difference.
The waitress
already forgets my order
before reaching the kitchen.
My friend who fears bananas says
being a ghost
is mostly about patience.
You must stand near objects
you once believed in.
A chair.
A hallway.
A man with a gorgeous face.
A glass of water
left on your nightstand.
The water
develops a small personality
overnight.
We practice
by sitting very still.
Someone outside
is explaining cryptocurrency
to a dog.
I watch through a fogged-up window.
The dog
appears unconvinced.
I imagine haunting
the produce section
of a grocery store.
Just standing near the oranges
remembering sunlight.
Sometimes
one orange collapses inward
without explaining why.
My friend says
ghosts cannot eat.
This seems unfair.
A woman nearby
drops a receipt
and apologizes
to the floor.
We both nod.
The afterlife,
I suspect,
is mostly good manners.
I fall asleep
in happy baby
that night.
I love this.