There are things we could say

9/13/2022

Because the sun hadn’t risen yet — I found this in my sitting room

I still don’t know what was watching me during yesterday’s cemetery walk

Did something escape from Tessa’s picture to haunt me — scurry just beyond the limit of lens and old eyes?

“They’re in the trees…they’re coming…”

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Much love,

Con/Jur/d, 9/13/2022