haunting

day two http://prompterly.wordpress.com

sometimes I think about

burger king toys, in that old

milk crate

how they would, reach out, arms of

lions and kings, cruella deville

I’m laying on the floor and I can feel the

old carpet press up into my elbows and

leave dents while I create a

masterpiece

and now

all these things are gone and

I can see over the counter at the bank and

they’re asking me where all the money is and

I’m holding out these plastics figurines and

they tell me that

we’re sorry, we’re awfully sorry

but that’s not valid currency anymore.

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