Wednesday, October 9, 2024


—YOU JUST SETTLE IN, LIKE A SONG WITH NO END

  

reconciled


fire burns out at midnight 

all the ghost stories told 

we’re pretzled in a sleep bag

like a squid 

your breath an invisible flame 

whispering Help me Save me please

while the virus sinks cities 

morgue after morgue

bones upon bones 

death and calamity 

the two dice it took

to bring you back home

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