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What we do

To Haunt


Daunting is the thought

of being seen outside


Some of my posts reach no

conclusion or obvious end

Get in, I buckle up

As if, it’s somebody else’s ride


Permission to be me

not granted


The protagonist, invader

and instigator


It’s a verb. A ‘doing’ word


A shadow, a ghost

Once praised for shapeliness


Saw a spark


I tore myself on my own curves


No body was my home


Just a vacant, vessel

where I parked




..On, I harp



You-shaped valley

Dipping down into your homes

You need me to soak the dry meadows

As I struggle for a place to keep warm







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