LXXXV: A Ghost

I drove up to a restaurant in which, when

I was a younger man, I loved to go.

I went inside and took a seat, and then,

I saw myself walk in: a friend turned foe.

He walked up to my booth, sat down, and fed.

He saw my face as if he didn’t know.

He took a bite, looked up at me and said

he hadn’t thought that I would really show.

‘twas then that I remembered what …