Inktobers 19 20 21 22

Sling.

that name.
like silly babble.
we were so afraid
of the way he
never slept and always
stood out in the street
when a bad rain was
coming.

Tread
We used to get
bad storms. The real
bad ones knocked

out the power. So
that all of the house
became heavy

shadows. I was un
employed, so it became
my job to climb down in

our basement’s hungry
mouth, jagged tooth staircase
case odored with unseen

things we had
packed and forgot

ten steps into the drip
ing flooded gray water
cross to the fuse box. I

will never forget the warm

smell
of rotten eggs.

Treasure

a briefcase lush with

origami frogs–lined paper,

springs open for flies.

Ghost.

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