Poltergeist Poetry
Week Two
Agnes stood in the kitchen, watching a bottle of orange juice slide untouched across the counter. Why, she wondered, does it wander so? And, furthermore, whence does it go? As she wondered about the wandering, a kitchen knife took to the air, and stabbed her in the back.
Thump shivers Nerves coffee sloshed Thoughts Stopped Quiet a pause Breathing again a sip Coffee warm slides Into belly Thump shivers nerves Belly aches Thump shivers nerves Thump shivers nerves Thump shivers nerves Thump Thump Thump No
Fragile rattle What is it? The window. Four by five? Six? Glass quivers Vibrates on the edge A bullet paused in flight Invisible hands Slap slap slap The glass holds This time
