I think my kitchen is haunted. Nathan says I'm probably right. The window shattered (but because it has 2 panes, our landlord is ingnoring it), the fridge got really weird and loud, the radiator squeals and shoots out water and there are oh, so many mice coming to eat trash!
But, the poetry continues...
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Terror finds us underground.
Begs for a classic tongue-lashing.
Light rain or a filtered voice answers –
flood of 20 electronic questions.
The studded gypsum quickly decomposes
and is reborn as fierce torpedo boats.
Pull those supplies close to your heart
and form a real live quiver.
Never stop clawing the eyes of
each neighbor, not until every account
is accounted for.
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