Friday, February 3, 2012

Transformations

We were put in cages

Across the room, a buffalo
was hit in the face

with a steal hammer

I had a dream about zombies—

zombies were swarming all around me, smelling of musty bones and unbrushed teeth, in a night so dark you could only feel their bodies, and hear them

I woke up from the dream
and I was being haunted

by the spirit of the buffalo

Someone had erected an altar to it on the other side of the room

The angle of the light
is never right

It’s been so long, I can hardly even say
anymore

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