pre-Halloween, a to-die-for stanza of the poem ‘unbidden’ by rae armantrout
The ghosts swarm.
They speak as one
person. Each
loves you. Each
has left something
undone.
pre-Halloween, a to-die-for stanza of the poem ‘unbidden’ by rae armantrout
The ghosts swarm.
They speak as one
person. Each
loves you. Each
has left something
undone.
