Don’t Look Know, There’s Someone Watching

by Fred Aiken

stopping being afraid of the ghost

that follows each footstep you make

into the soft sand intestines lined with glass

that reflects the radiation of the beginning

of, well, everything,

but it’s hard to be bothered by any of that nonsense

when enjoying a nice bibimbap on

a weekday with no one in particular except for

distracting thoughts and that

ghost that kinda scares you