Grand Island, Nebraska
The pillow was a crook of shoulder I’d burrow
in at night, a cough one flight up the stairs
swelling out the choke of sawdust. Did I say
the raccoons were so intent on being perceived
the raccoons were so intent on being perceived
between the walls that I often mistook
their scraping noises for ghosts? Pugnacity.
their scraping noises for ghosts? Pugnacity.
