Chance
Ms. Haiku
Washington DC Posts: 7,279
She reconsiders her speed peeling the orange,
and remembers her manners, before she gingerly
skins the orange into a hatless ball.
It’s for the ghost to smell. She sprinkles cinnamon
on one side of the peel as she positions it near
an opened window to direct the scent upstairs.
She first felt the ghost shiver towards her last year
during a record-setting heated evening. She choked,
just a little, on a juicy peach when with a push
on her back she jolted slightly forward.
She could have asked for references
from the new, but old, wondering spirit,
but the juice of the peach, luscious like dreams,
fell on her floor into a sticky messiness.
A potential Greatest Hostess in practice,
scented candles burn, and jazz standards are heard
within her home each night she returns from work.
A satiated ghost leaves the light on when willed.
One day she will research the history of the house.
She will review deeds and deaths, false walls
and forced ownerships. However, until her interest
in an irregular cold dissipates, she’ll imagine
her gauzy guest a country gentleman.
and remembers her manners, before she gingerly
skins the orange into a hatless ball.
It’s for the ghost to smell. She sprinkles cinnamon
on one side of the peel as she positions it near
an opened window to direct the scent upstairs.
She first felt the ghost shiver towards her last year
during a record-setting heated evening. She choked,
just a little, on a juicy peach when with a push
on her back she jolted slightly forward.
She could have asked for references
from the new, but old, wondering spirit,
but the juice of the peach, luscious like dreams,
fell on her floor into a sticky messiness.
A potential Greatest Hostess in practice,
scented candles burn, and jazz standards are heard
within her home each night she returns from work.
A satiated ghost leaves the light on when willed.
One day she will research the history of the house.
She will review deeds and deaths, false walls
and forced ownerships. However, until her interest
in an irregular cold dissipates, she’ll imagine
her gauzy guest a country gentleman.
There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
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