Ghoulish women crowd dark corners.
Light glistens on my breath.
There is an evil menagerie beyond the gate.
I am dancing motionless.
There are many cathedrals waiting
to be unearthed in my garden.
I want to remember exhaustion
Sex,
Monday mornings,
Gratitude.
I hate Complacency
and the way he makes everything pale
and organized.
I’m packed and ready
to follow the ghosts and learn
what they know,
but I dread the low opacity
the cold
being unchallenged
and unchanging
Miniature Moon 