meadow creek haunting

A girl that goes back for seconds
on coffee is haunting my me.
She sits in the back

of my room, and comes out
when the light is on, or off
sometimes. She doesn’t seem
picky. You could call me that,

‘picky.’ She knows and giggles
little ghost giggles. They’re simply
terrifying: like little broken wind
chimes only inside, and the air
shakes some.