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my husband woke up with a hand on his back
that wasn't mine had to sage the house again I think it was one of his grandfathers the other spirits in the house can't be accounted for it is a real dilemma my neighbors won't stop having parties we were invited to the last one but I probably talked about death to much it is hot today I can't keep the doors open because their posse is infringing in my yard the dogs won't stop barking I listen to their conversations it is roasting in here I have opened two windows one twenty something year old girl keeps coughing hacking up a lung or three she isn't smoking so I automatically think Covid19 I have been vaccinated but trust the government about as much as some random dude in a dark alley with his dick hanging out although my head phones are on I can still hear their drunken glee over the chorus of Jessie's girl I spy a man in a blue Brooke's brothers shirt handling a glass of wine like it shouldn't be handled I spy a blue tent which makes me aware that they want to party even if it rains I have compassion trapped in a canned condo feasting off emergency canned goods for months on end I get it they need to feel free again but my dogs barked all night at random ghosts I need my dogs to shut up the dead are hanging outside the sliding glass doors I banished them but they don't give a shit they take me as seriously as X does I watch them float amongst the living draining energy warping time it is going to be a long night I burn a candle for the living and the dead my dog licks absently at my hand as if my hands are open wounds everything smells of sage and palo alto outside the world goes on the dead and I we are one and the same wonder if all this pretending actually changes anything some random dead guy on the porch smoking a cigar sends me an image of a cross and bones on a bottle he blows me a kiss and I pretend to catch it as if I am nine as if it is a firefly in the night at least we both still have a sense of humor the man in the blue Brooke's brothers shirt turns around as if he sees the dead man shakes his head takes another sip of his wine the dead man winks at me stubs his cigar out on his shoe keep writing he says before sauntering over to the party the dogs start barking I close the window shut the blinds say a little prayer to Hecate the dead sit behind her on metal folding chairs it is my graduation I stand at the crossroads with a torch in one hand a key in the other and she pushes me on to the dark road the shadows bow before me I hold the torch before my path the key grows warm in my hand as I search for the door in the distance I hear dogs barking I am so close I can feel it
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June 2023
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