Poem: I Was Listening to DJ Shadow When I Thought I Saw A Ghost

A poem about something that truly happened

alone, late at night, in a room by myself.
Footsteps brushed through the carpet.

I am not a believer — in much, besides
optimism, which, technically, is everything.

Sat quietly and watched the footsteps
brush back out of the room. I had the right

music on, alone in that room. At least one
of us thougth so. And both of us were safe.