A ghost gives an interview.
Of course I haunt, of course...(she mutters as crockery flies across the room and into the wall)
I cannot leave this house--
Can't go shopping,
Can't work my mojo on the guy at the sandwich shop, just to see if I've still got it
Plus, (she adds, as a terrible groan comes from no place, everyplace)
I've been wearing this same dress for 350 years.
Look, (she continues, as the temperature in the room drops precipitously)
I was just going about my life,
Doing the god-blessed mending or something,
And didn't even know I was dead--
If I had it to do over, (she concludes, as the lights suddenly go dark)
I'd sing at midnight, drunk as anything,
And kiss another woman in front of god and the world;
Instead, I'm a ghost, giving an interview to you, dearie--
And with no end in sight.