published in Volume 2, Issue 2 on April 3rd, 1995
Your daddy warned you about me. I could tell from his asterisk eyes As we sat in the breakfast nook. The dingy wallpaper is starting to curl Aging his face into one canyons scar. The windows must've been painted shut. I stubbed my toe late last night Walking with a candle past The relative heritage of his fear. It was the same blood I tasted When I pierced your ear. The attic creaked that night. His books have settled into dust. Last time I looked his teeth have grown. The leg of your chair looks appetizing. The terrible black bat squeaking in And smashing his photographs Framing the upstairs memorial hall.