Attic Ghost, Eric Ashforth
Logging Road, David Carmack Lewis Attic Ghost When the owls are out of town his studded boots drub face-down diphthongs on roof struts and props. I hear him stumble, drunk on starry nights charging bent between rafters, wheezing through his chores. A maintenance ghost, a janitor. A blue collar finagler, grumbling as he bends over […]
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