He’s a grey scardy-cat
scratching at that back alley
always under foot
of the feet that threaten to crush him
down is where he stays
where he lays
is haunted.
His casper takes breathes
down the back of his neck
and he can’t love most nights.
But I love him anyway.
He wove me a flockprinted vest
to wear when he’s not around
and his nightmares come out.
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