i started with dead squirrels who would talk 
like thimbles all autumn rain. together
we ran the moon out of the sky. we ate bark
& shot arrows at crows. a fork beneath the tongue.
candlelabras floating inside our chests. 
there is always a trail to follow back.
unlike the otherside, this life rings & rings.
i tell a deer carcass "follow the flute in the hallway."
she wakes up. frantic with gunshots & wild onion. 
everyone is folded twice. here is my altar.
here is where we butcher the ghost. here is 
the dance i ask of you, my darling. rise for me. 

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