to me
the house i once lived
in was
on ancient burial ground.
who knew.
but my dog seemed
to know.
barking his little head
off at something
in the corner of the room,
near the ceiling.
i stood on a chair
and reached my hand
up, and felt around, see,
see, i told him, nothing here
to be afraid of,
and then i felt my arm
slip into a very cold
sleeve of air. ice cold
from my hand to my
shoulder. the dog
yelped and ran
out of the room. i quickly
followed.
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