jenni

you know
when i’m dead

i’ll come back
and haunt you
she said

oh come on
i replied

when you’re not looking
i’ll jump in your poems
and ruin them

then when you are
i’ll clatter on your keyboard
like a mad cat

you’ll see new words
mine
pretending to be yours

were we in a quiet pub
for a natter
and a meal

she wouldn’t let me
put her in a taxi
send her home

oh very clever
she added
jeez

RIP, jenni