By: Brooke Kolcow
the crackle cackle crickets
and the creaking creepy tree chiroo chiroo the night noise makes chiroo chiroo chiree
the house sick aches a thousand let the peeping spirits be
knock thrice, night-witch, my baby cackle crack chiree
the frogs and toady beetles
lost owl in the shed
chiroo cackle cackle
a banshee wailing dead
a man in tattered garment
now brush he by the door
all silence make.
Pause
give kiss and this and more
a thousand salted doorways his footsteps echoed sinned a cricket haunted house ache but perhaps, perchance the wind
Brooke Kolcow is a queer writer living in Buffalo, NY. Their work has appeared in XRAY, Hobart After Dark, and Stone of Madness. Mx. Kolcow is also the Snack Mechanic at Taco Bell Quarterly. Twitter: @bkolcow
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