The legless lady ghost
dangles from a coat-hanger of darkness,
refuses to leave.
She’s what passes for uselessness
ever since I pulled up a blanket
to cover both myself and the thin man beside me.
I mean her death no harm,
but she is none – the none that was there before,
the none that came after.
She insists she still has questions.
Well listen to his teeth grind.
That is your answer.