I was thinking of opening the door,
I thought if I were trapped in the bathroom
of a twenty-something girl that I would
like to be let out.

There were gray and black clothes draped
on things, layered on the floor.
Cups and cups and plates and a trash can
in the corner under a poster of guitar chords.
It was just full of paper and scraps and bills.

I don't want to offend her.
Welcome to my home,
and she would gleam and shrug.
If she could speak it would
be something like, Oh its nice

So this ghost,
I tried to open the door and it was so cold.
I touched the **** and I was
in the mountains. You had pulled over
at the scenic overlook. I was wearing flannel
and converse. I couldn't imagine the snow,
there was so much and you laughed at me.
What, its just so beautiful.
I had never seen trees so bare and a view
so white, gray. I held the whiteness
in my hands, it was so cold and
you laughed again.

I wanted to let the ghost in,
welcome to my home,
but it was so cold and I couldn't hold it.

I heard her sign, I could almost see her
placing her chin on her palm,
right leg over left.