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Thursday, July 23, 2009

All the Little Eyelets Maybe

I watch the haunted places before bed.
I eat natural chips. We learn the lady,
the witch of the house, her green brocade,
her chandelier. Things around the house drop.
Refrigerator fan, Blair Witch frog.
Ink on our fingers we float like that.
Call our spirits Keep us still.

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