A bedraggled ghost chills by my lamp,
white and soft
with a voice of freezing fire.
We who God forgets can drink together,
listening to the bobcats mating and murdering outside
in the throbbing dark.
A bedraggled ghost chills by my lamp,
white and soft
with a voice of freezing fire.
We who God forgets can drink together,
listening to the bobcats mating and murdering outside
in the throbbing dark.
Miniature Moon 