ghosts have to become vivid ectoplasm before they can be sheathed from our heads like sampson’s golden hairs.
i realize for now i am safe in my potting soil burrow on milford street while mrs. starns next door folds her kitty cat into the laundry and the ethereal pattern threads a double stitch into our insides.























































































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