something's lurking in that fog-shrouded swamp slowly slowly something's coming for me. black flies black flies buzzing black wings fly a million glitter eyes blink wink at me.
what angel hides in my childhood closet what ghost in my jewelry box i open the lid & gaze inside tearing a gauzy cocoon a yellow worm in a white cotton egg sleeps on pink satin reflected forever in the kaleidoscope mirror as the ballerina on eternal tiptoes spins round & round & round like a carousel, like the moon like the darkness that spins my bed through the stars in my nighttime room
what hand was that which held my hand arm draped over side of bed what hand was that reaching out for me from the dark dust under my bed