Saturday, November 2, 2013


Jeffry Michael Jensen
 
DEVOUR
 
Of course, the house was painted to look dark and deserted.
A perfect place for Jessica Lange on horror night.
No candy on Halloween for me or my discontented cousins.
I was not the chubby boy in the picture on the mantle.
I was the skinny kid breathing hard at the end of the block.
Black cats on roller skates did figure eights around spiked scarecrows.
Cotton balls puffed up the hostile clouds at the corner of the sky.
The moon shamed a coven into gathering in the kitchen.
I chose the science of girls in loose jeans over the circadian
rhythms of mothers calling in their offspring
as Jessica devoured the airwaves with her smile.

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