Last 3 letters of the spring

It’s my turn to play coward

Run away and hide my bones

Just to kiss the face of a scarifying Casper

playing a crowd—he was too

just a boy once

forgotten by fate

Or, at least

stay there 

where there is no sign of death or gravestones

in between

How dreadful of me to get horny for a ghost

I think about you often when I…