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I’m in your home.
I’ve been here before
I know this, I notice.

At the end of your room
there’s an armoire
it’s been there forever,
you just never really payed attention
it’s brown and battered
and this means history
and this means you’re not interested.

Inside I’ve carved a map for you
and left
chalk to trace it, spackle to erase it.
You should better get going.

X marks the spot where you find your golden gloves.
O marks the spot where you are crazed by the noise from above.

The line in between is where monsters are born,
meet me half way.
I’m always North.


Pick a hand: right.
This is my origami dreamboat
Fold the edges twice
And it will float for many miles
Until the night is over
Until this river falls.

Our shadows waltz
On walls and bruise
A seduction game we’re bound to lose.

Movements in gold as the doors are shut
A ghost of a smile as the sun comes up

Waters of Forgetfulness,
We down you in a gulp
Daybreak saved a plate for us
Red apples mashed to pulp.

Eyes closed with gold
A kingdom dressed in leather.

An exotic handshake.

And the promise of forever.