the funny thing about ghosts

these ghosts
always reminding you
of scabs,
always,
and you know they're
ghosts.

they married you,
either
when you were passed
out
drunk,
on that one park
bench,
somewhere
in chicago. that,
or they placed
a silly little ring
on your finger,
as you were distracted,
as your nose
was being rubbed
in shit, by either
your mother
or your father.

there is no chance
for divorce
or seperation.

this wring
is actually an appendage,
around your neck,
cutting off
life to your brain.

they will follow you, even
when you run away
towards a safety.

it might take one month.
it might take 2 years.

they will find you.

and once they find
you,
the only thing you
can do
is set
an extra plate
for dinner.