Soulscot

Soulscot by Harvey MuddExcerpt from Soulscot

…And mother
sleeps inside the box,
beneath the board, in light
that seeps from jars, RX,
hair of the same dog, O
beasts, old friends, dear
dead dogs. Sounds in the big
house, darkness, I, small
hand on banister, descend.

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