AFTERWORD Poem by Joke van Leeuwen
AFTERWORD
He promised he'd come and haunt her and he came
transparent as expected and hollow.
He kept out of the way, no watch-what-you're-doings
no is-that-a-good-ideas, he looked at her
and her thoughts and gently tucked them in
after she'd gone to bed, lisping: live your life
a lot of trouble, true, but grant yourself your years
being up to everything will grind you down.
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