Barbie is naked in the yard again. Next to the melted microwave that burnt her house down, almost. The highway traffic is fast, heavy, pounding, and unconcerned. And there is no trace of her.
the sparrow visits
hospice windows, head cocked blinking
alive black eyes. So many deaths
that dark glass absorbed. Now, fly
back to decorate your nest.
the nurse contemplates
t
The Haunted Market. On our way in: The white witch, in her ghost cloak, got caught in a whirlwind escape. She was thrown to the ground and lost her misty ethereal form thudding to the dirt. The town f
Even her eyes
vanished.
Memory slips like:
in the dead night
we all stroll around
a vast parking lot
one streetlight
a town of blue dreams
another forgetter
swimming in the head
obscure nigh
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