it
wasn't
me
the
ghosts
were
after
it
was
me
that
was
after
them

I
thought
maybe
I
should
just
listen
to
Harvest
Moon
with
my
daughter

I'm
a
tiger
a
witch
a
werewolf
not
often
sometimes
a
kitten

my
daughter
and
I
played
in
the
puddles
and
now
we
smell
like
wet
dog

while
she
cleaned
her
room
my
daughter
sang
a
song
about
cleaning
her
room

darling
as
much
as
I
love
you
right
now
I
love
this
poem
much
more

I
stared
at
the
same
poem
for
what
seemed
eternity
to
stare
some
more

I
don't
want
to
hurt
you
anymore
I
love
you
I
keep
hurting
you

take
me
home
tonight
where
it's
warm
take
me
to
your
home
and
keep
me
there

your
momma
don't
dance
and
your
daddy
don't
rock
and
roll
that's
why
you
do

the
cool
long
songs
the
grasses
sing
were
on
the
soundtrack
of
my
childhood

just
wondering
how
it
was
she
undressed
and
got
into
bed
at
night

the
tears
of
this
fall
have
been
very
different
from
the
tears
of
last
fall

I
dreamt
of
my
dad's
mother
when
I
spilt
the
salt
I
thought
of
my
mom's

some
day
some
how
some
way
some
place
some
time
some
girl
some
boy
oh
you'll
see

I
want
to
be
at
his
mercy
oh
I
want
to
feel
vulnerable

one
of
them
easily
breezes
in
the
other's
like
a
tornado

it
was
dark
cold
damp
it
was
fall
some
Amy
Winehouse
was
in
order

baby
you
can
drive
my
car
he
sang
and
I
heard
it
in
my
nipples

this
time
of
year
I
think
of
that
one
horrible
christmas
I
won't
forget

I
had
jealous
dreams
of
her
last
night
but
when
I
woke
she
meant
nothing

there 

are 

darknesses 

in 

life 

and 

there 

are 

lights 

you 

are 

one 

of 

the 

lights 

-Dr. Van Helsing to Mrs. Mina Harker

I
think
of
you
so
when
you're
not
around
I
just
want
to
be
near
you

do
you
want
to
make
life
do
you
want
to
create
do
you
want
to
love

I
lay
in
my
pillows
upon
my
bed
underneath
my
quilts
dreaming

we
read
all
about
Song
Woman
and
Mouse
Woman
and
the
Snee-nee-iq

fullest
full
moon
the
tree
and
its
moss
the
dew
I'll
find
in
the
morning

I'll
give
you
anything
anything
anything
just
marry
me
again

I
was
looking
toward
autumn
but
summer
wasn't
done
with
me
quite
yet

my
aunt
said
the
man
can's
16
ounces
the
woman
can
is
24

I'm
trying
to
write
but
I
keep
thinking
of
the
feather
in
my
hair

daydreams
of
me
wading
through
fields
of
flowers
an
ocean
and
long
grass

it
was
autumn
and
the
leaves
fell
but
I'm
not
ready
to
rake
them
yet

this
is
important
work
I
said
as
I
cleaned
out
the
drain
in
the
sink

why
don't
you
want
to
live
in
this
world
isn't
the
sun
enough
for
you

when
he
sang
all
my
rowdy
friends
have
settled
down
I'm
sure
he
meant
me

in
the
winter
the
days
are
short
in
the
summer
they
are
very
long