The
drapery deteriorates
exactly
around the poltergeist.
The
incarnation in situ.
Partial
invisibility makes scariness;
scary,
old-lettuce angstroms
reverse
crawling
while
nosing forward a little
make
partial invisibility.
A
cough happens in the crypt.
It has
been itching
to do
that.
The
sound of rubber bands snapping
fills
the corridors of the
madhouse
at lights out.
Last
night the monitors showed
a
ghost; tonight, a gun store robbery
in
time-lapse. On
the
monitors,
many
moon-sized craters
interlock.
And fuck.
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