I’m having a pillow fight
with the ghost that lives in
the corner opposite the window.
I throw the pillow at her face,
but it just ends up spit stained
and back in my own.
The clock butts in, hands on his hips,
to say that the sun is done fucking the earth
and I should really dress myself to greet him.
I throw my pillow at the analog face,
only to have a hole cut in the pillow case
and it shoved over my head
as a semi appropriate dress.
The ghost waves as I pull at the hem
of my too short dress before laying her head
on the naked pillow in the corner opposite the window.