THE HAUNTING

THE HAUNTING

The banshees and banishees are
still flying around in my head

Even though the banishers
are elsewhere or dead
and can’t send me without supper
cold and lonely to my bed

Hunger was always lonely
and lonely hungry behind that door
it’s easy to get things mixed up
when you’re four

But I’m still
eating today when you send me away
and probably will until
I pluck the i from the banishee