The Strangers

people are showing up in real life
in dreams
at the street corner
while a bus careens wildly out of control

ghosts, faeries
advertisements for remedies
they look like people, they sound
like people

but they are dead
and if they aren't
they're proof of the inevitable
smiles aside, kudos for good work

I make a decent meal from ramen
miso, scallions, and a banana
I don't take this infiltration lightly
get the hell out of my documentary!

that's how I react to the indecency
the garrulousness
the petty scandal
of knowing who I am