Our Ghosts Do Not Say Boo ! They are screaming In attics Rattling the chains Which keep them tethered to the floor I lie awake Listening Out of courtesy Though secretly wishing for sleep And then sometimes Like children When taking a nap They will suddenly go silent And I will wonder, and worry, if they are all right Thomas O'Connnell is a librarian living on the banks of the Connecticut River in Springfield, MA. His poetry and short fiction has appeared in The Los Angeles Review, Hobart (online), and Blink-Ink, as well as other print and online journals.
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