Woe is Me

Was it a trick of light, or did I spot dear old Stanislaus at the State Fair last night? In the gathering gloom of early evening, couldn't any man of means ape his primeval tread, his haunting demeanor? This leads me to conclude that my vision of the man was sheer hallucination, just as it was when I spied him at the Taste of Minnesota last summer. I suppose it isn’t long before I “see” him shooting cans in my backyard or digging through my cupboards for a carving knife. Must all of my dead halluci-relationships revive in bloodshed? I fear for me.