The gruesome always accompanies the lovely

echoes of grey ghosts
scratching between walls
and scurrying

a reminder of Idaho
where the headless circled my farmhouse
where their bodies burned in my oven 
(the charred melancholy aroma still lingering in my nostrils)
and where they did win one battle with Frida, under the pine tree 

kindred spirits, they and I


This weekend, I feel lucky to have inhabited the lodge with the mice.

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