Poem #381

enter an old house
haunted by all assessments
oh, they’re rattling chains
oh, they’re slamming doors
oh, they’re wailing and moaning
and you feel the chills
but you say, “No scares, thanks.”
and they stop

Poem #377

I thought he was dead
laying unmoving on the bed
next to me
he must have died in the night
he did not move
he did not stir
when I petted him
when I nudged him
I checked for breath
his eyes opened
he was alive
I realized
he hadn’t been so peaceful
in a long time
I forgot what it looked like