Duppy Stories

“Ghost,” “spirits,” the dearly departed.
“Duppy” is the word I grew up knowing.
It’s an island thing. For the longest
time, I slept with the blanket
over my head. No matter how humid
it got or how much I sweat,
I could not orchestrate those
“duppy stories” out of my head.

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