DON’T GO DIGGING

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there are whole & beautiful pieces of me
bludgeoned, butchered and buried
in this backyard
so don’t go digging!​

yet sometimes at night
especially on one of those quiet, black
moonless nights 
somewhere near the witching hour 

you may be fooled into thinking 
you saw them dancing 
near the hydrangeas -

and if we are not too careful
they may begin dancing in broad daylight

and then

(what will the neighbors think)

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© patty forsberg