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This House

The screen door
swings open.

She jumps–
off her guard;

on edge
all evening.

This house
has no ghosts.

Husband’s home.
She eyes him

coldly,
wondering:

how much
he’ll haunt her.

Originally published at Rust + Moth – Spring 2016

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