Midnight ghosthunting
at a tragic landmark seems
like a cool idea
After a few drinks
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Midnight ghosthunting
at a tragic landmark seems
like a cool idea
What of those born on
the 29th, their birthday
once every four years?
The Director’s Cut
in her hands M reads snuggled
with her Uglydoll.
Luminous suitor,
the moon dimmed by darkness’s
seductive regard.
greatness revealed in
the sound of splinters, words that
pierce my jealous eyes.
Bright lipstick fools them
into thinking I’m well. No
“How do you feel?”
My civic duty
called. Yesterday, I answered.
Pat, Ossie, Art helped.
Her face fronted a
movement, a magazine. My
mind’s jaw drops in awe.
Crashed. Met Tailies. Then
Others. Hatch blew up. Kate caged.
Got Lost about there.
Speed-viewing seasons
one through three’s like life in the
hatch. Push the button.