In a Dark House (poem)

Here the ghosts sip
from jellyjar scotch
and pace the shadows
with my pale feet.


This poem appears in Issue 2 of Molecule (a tiny lit mag).
Thanks to Molecule editors Kevin Carey & M.P. Carver.

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