My innermost thoughts are armadas
and their daily sea shanties keep me up at night. I am privy to the crews’ treasure-seeking desires but I don’t have the heart to tell them there are no gold doubloons. Ghosts have no need for riches. I, too, am a ghost. I hit snooze, sleepwalk through life, power nap, rinse, lather, and repeat. I am a concave vessel and it hurts so bad so I dance a minuet by myself under the ceiling fan. |