haunted
habitual
con-text-ual
a mississippian Faulknerian odyssey
Addie.
last night
while live cameras rolled
outside our windows,
blue lights pour’d
each angle
giving
a different story
Addie.
i found it hard to bare
i find it hard not to stare
further down than scared
this
yellow morn
the birds sang
the cars passed
beside
that mintly
scrubbed concrete
Addie.
this
crescent moon
stars pinned ever
higher
somethings are yet to be seen
(Yoknapatawpha county)
so far away
as i lay
Addie.
