I saw a ghost (of myself)

On the train to work,
I saw a ghost (of myself).
A teenage girl scribbling
in a composition notebook,
her headphones blocking the sound of
the train’s groaning wheels &
the grating small-talk of morning people.
She sniffed in disdain as I disembarked
at the Buckhead station
(down the street from
the most bourgeoisie shops in town).
Before entering the real world,
it’s easy to say
you’ll never work for The Man,
decaying in an office.
But until dreams come true,
a girl’s got to eat.

14 thoughts on “I saw a ghost (of myself)

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  2. I was watching TV when my cupboard opened and a ghost, this is real, yelled “My name is Brad and I want Cheetos and donuts!” except it was all muffled, so I think that is what it said. but my Cheetos and donuts where gone, Disappeared, from my cupboard! :O


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