creaks and creaks and won’t stop
the wind is wet and tangled in a fever
craggy maple hits smooth spruce walls
a wild night the dog
opens and opens and won't stop
her anxious jaws feeling fear
blood feeling cold blue, or gray rods in the back of the retina
swift mercury or greased cast iron pan
freezing under the oven
in the depth of vermont.
sweet weeping praying everything to sleep, the dog laughs
i am scared and peaceful
my mouth is locked and my eyes are wide
except when i yawn and close
at the sped up branching of ruining shivers
and mystic joy wooden ceiling
creaks and creaks and stops when i say so
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