Postcard Written on the Burnt Red CouchIt's true that a ghost might call you on your cell phone, or speak in the static on your bedside clock radio, "The dusk is lovely," ![]() that's one thing the radio said, while the call on your cell phone was such a bad connection you only heard silvery and habit, ![]() you heard rootstock and raven and flock and come, the voice being whispery, a voice's shade—let's consider the ferocity, ![]() the need to come, as dusk reclines with you on the burnt red couch. —use root and haven, use finger and mouth and raven and come— ![]() to finish this sentence: "The moon, upon her appearance in the branches of some half-naked trees . . ." No. Swallow all the sentences. ![]() Say any word you please. Return. Come home. Love me. I want to write that story. |
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