Member Poem

If She Knew She Was a Ghost

She’d have walked through more walls,

Spent more time at rock concerts

so loud she fluttered in their breeze,

Hesitated less, danced more,

Cared less about her looks,

Butted in where she wasn’t wanted,

Haunted Big Tony within an inch.

But she’d always have told him no,

Especially that last, terrible time;

When she wasn’t yet a ghost.