hand on my heart
words to an old song
come pouring back
kin packed and gone
a wrinkled black dress
alone on the bed


trading secret recipes
and gossip
funeral procession
a car with one headlight
brings up the rear
dusk
from the foreclosed house’s chimney
bats
Halloween dawn
rising in the cemetery
a vagrant yawns
house entrance
I walk on the trilobite
embedded on a step
home haircut
just a little off
the ear
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