Apparitions

  Enter the interlude, the shadowbox, the waltz. Re- verse your voice first, then wake up plumping a ghost pillow, attunally sounded out like crystal cut dust. Cello funeraries. Burnt gristle on the hook. Once, I saw your face inside a mirror, looked back, swallowed myself in the glass. Charcoal outhouse, rooms, pyramids. Mells of …

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