i am seeking a
h a u n t i n g
.
a creak-soft floorboard, a window pried and gaping. all
my prayers cut in half upon my cutting board and left hanging from the weeping tree. make out
of me, out of the nothing inside me. give
that all
terror of me, i beg,
me something to call myself
doesn’t sound like emptiness.
a haunting has ever been: a way to fill gaps. b y
a d d i d s o n
