woods-porchlight

November 7, 2024

Stood pooled in porch light
Cut my shadow off with a dull knife
Whispered in its ear, then sent it off into the night

Set the trap for the mice, the rats
Whatever’s in the pipes

Corner of your eye, the edge of the white
That’s where I live, I’m set for life

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“If death itself were to die, would it have a ghost, and would the ghost of death visit the dead in the guise of someone alive, if only to fright them from any temptation to return?”

William H. Gass

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