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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