HORROR Poem: Soft Scream(s), by Micah Rensunberg

Aching is today’s passive verb,
tentative pause. Everything
still cracks, rework-eects
without performance. Home holds
teddybears who know miracles:
myth, breath, love, tears, resurrection.
Hospitality as, rest easy love,
yawn into cushions like ower beds
(without allergy-aversion)
a cup of tea is cooling somewhere.

Thank you for being here,
which is to say, all needs worthy
of being met, we can dance in place
if you don’t mind
my always-mistaken metronome.

Without jest or judgment
(or test) I wonder, what’s
your favourite scary movie?

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