Back story here. Today's correspondence here:
An empty boat
will volunteer for anything.
When the dollhouse was built in a month's work
a red ghost was trapped in a tiny closet.
You can hear its breathing a thousand miles.
Gentle readers, tomorrow I undergo
radical brain surgery, but don't worry.
Win some. Lose some. Mostly ties.
Wanted: Looking for owl roosts
for pellets for Science project.
Call Marli.
In each of my cells Dad and Mom
are still doing their jobs. As always,
Dad says yes, Mom no. I split the difference
and feel deep sympathy for my children.
At the tip of memory's
great funnel-cloud
is the nib of a pen.
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