The lights flickered so quickly
I almost thought I merely
blinked.

But my eyes, I'm sure, were open
And I felt a presence foreign;
ghost

The cup slid so subtly
I might have missed it, surely
except,

It was already
so close to the edge
that it fell
and
broke.

The sound of shattered glass
sounded so sharply
I almost thought it cut me,
not ghost;

poltergeist.

And it showed me
that it was not yet
satisfied.