i saw a revenant
working at starbucks
of course, he still had
to smile–it’s the law
he looked over the tops
of everyone’s heads
not like he was above
pulling espresso
more like he was dead
and that whatever spirit
that once played guest (or geist)
had fled and left him
with just the smile
and lights out eyes
——
Words and Feathers 
Wonderful poem!
Thank you!
I am quite certain I have met that revenant. Good poem.
They’re everywhere. Just like Pokemon.
Of course, the revenant would be working at Starbucks. Everyone is a ghost before their first cup of coffee. Seriously, I loved your poetry, and I’ll take two shots of your words — black and potent. xo
Hot or iced?
Hot. Iced coffee doesn’t seem right.
Sounds like a model employee.
Ha ha ha! You know the writer Kelly Link? She wrote a story about reviving the dead so they can work menial jobs and pay off their debts.
I don’t – I’ll have to check her stuff out! It sounds like my thing.