Pie
You keep me up at night,
Fool
You and the ghost that won’t let me sleep
Past four-fucking-o’clock
Or the crows
In the tree outside my house
Cawing
Cawing, cawing.
Could they be blackbirds?
Perhaps then I would have a pie
Cawing
Cawing, cawing.
You. Fool.
And the ghost.
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