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Please Excuse My Absence From Myself

by Rebecca Lu Kiernan

Reality, what a symptom of withdrawl.
Rain fire. Run wolf. Poison pill.
Rock, paper, scissors, a slash of words.
Rake the crippled flowers
From the ice-glazed yard.
The haunt of this house
Is lifting its fingers.
Seven bats
Were just a confusion of crows.
Nothing is exactly as it seems.
Nor is it the broken tooth
Of a vampire’s dream.

Copyright © 2011 by Rebecca Lu Kiernan

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