Albino Kid

I see him everywhere now.
Used to be that only when I sinned
the child would be there, scowling.

White hair, fine and clean
eyes like a rabbit
raw as a rare, bloody steak.

Oh white rabbit, Albino Kid
whose brain I pushed out
with a lazy bullet in a
sloppy, tripey mess.

Why must you follow me in doorways?
Baby fingers creeping around the corners of
bricks in the city.
A puff of white hair
and I know you're there again.

At night I feel the mattress sink
as you struggle onto the bed
with me.
My companion.

Albino Kid, I'm sorry
must you wait for me?

He giggles in a pallid wisp
white as a ghost in my sheets.

Yes.