Come nightfall, I’ll slip into one of those three chairs.
At first, people will think I’m a pretend vampire, outdoors enjoying Halloween. Then some youth dressed as a ghost will say, ‘Hey, cool outfit.’
And his lithe girlfriend, kitted out like Buffy the Vampire Slayer, will compliment me further. ‘Spooky makeup and classy fangs.’
These hot-blooded revellers will fit the two empty coffins back at my crypt to perfection.
‘Would you care to join me?’
In life, I was a gambler; so too, am I in death. The street light. The window. Will they notice too late that I’ve no reflection?