something's lurking
in that fog-shrouded swamp
slowly slowly
something's coming for me.
black flies black flies
buzzing black wings fly
a million glitter eyes
blink
wink at me.
what angel hides
in my childhood closet
what ghost in my jewelry box
i open the lid
& gaze inside
tearing a gauzy cocoon
a yellow worm
in a white cotton egg
sleeps on pink satin
reflected forever
in the kaleidoscope mirror
as the ballerina on eternal tiptoes
spins round & round & round like a carousel,
like the moon
like the darkness
that spins my bed
through the stars
in my nighttime room
what hand was that
which held my hand
arm draped over side of bed
what hand was that
reaching out for me
from the dark dust
under my bed
