We longed for The Mist
and 1408 like kids
dreaming of Christmas.
Stephen King films
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We longed for The Mist
and 1408 like kids
dreaming of Christmas.
We longed for The Mist
and 1408 like kids
dreaming of Christmas.
Idea of early
to bed rare as a rainbow
and just as fleeting.
They saw a film on
how poultry is killed. They cluck
as I eat hot wings.
All day my eyes itched
as if they were allergic
to viewing my life.
Wet dampness always
seems colder than that first soft
warm blanket of snow.
Socks multiply when
mated yet produce offspring
that never quite match.
Dishwasher rumbles
like a distant storm. Water
churns, carries debris.