on the back of the dog
rises,
while he
barks
at a corner of the ceiling in
the cellar.
what?
i ask him.
what is it?
there's nothing there.
he dances
around on four
paws,
bouncing, scared.
his teeth bared.
i get a small ladder out
and climb
up to the corner
and swipe my hand around.
see, i tell him,
there's nothing here.
the dog goes
crazy
and dashes out of the room.
then i notice that my
my arm is in a cold
cold sleeve
of air.
chilled from hand
to elbow,
down to the bone.
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