It Feels That Way Sometimes

They breathed a sigh of relief,
came to their senses and realized
they had been around each other
non-stop for about a century and
old ghosts back to Adam and Eve
kept rearing their heads, nosing
their way in, turning and point-
ing to their backsides as if to
say, “There. Take that! We’ve
still got a hold on you.” The
ghosts spent most of the century
arguing with each other and they
had never even met when they were
alive. One ghost wore a house
dress popular among house wives
in the 50’s and another ghost
wore a plain, grey sweatshirt,
something he could wear while
working as a working stiff and
relax in as a working stiff re-
laxing. Both ghosts were real-
ly resentful and angry about
how they had been cheated in
life which proves on some ther-
apist’s couch that the notion
we become all sweet and smiley
after death is a crock, at least
in the lives of the ones who
are still around and have been
with each other non-stop for
a century or, at least, it
feels that way sometimes.

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