from, Haunted Forest

VIII. From Toys and Treats to Cages and Towers

I thought he said home
is other people. A gilt-edged
childhood, a currency
of tulips, a charm
of goldfinch, & so many
ravens— a conspiracy,
a constable, an unkindness
of. Too clever by half, we
invent it, & then
put it into practice.

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