Mean Time

Before the rust trip on Halloween

Emily's skeleton called out "shotgun!"

Some things you've gotta learn to let go of. 

Later on the way up to the attic

I realized even if we found it

the clothes in the box would be 5 years too small

and the whole idea was making me sick anyways. 

She went as a college student. 

I did too. 

In the Mean Time I grew out my horns. 

December fell. 

Morning followed.

Summer drew bathwater

and then the knives from out our throats. 

At the scene I heard my Art Teacher weeping.

His pictures only reinforced midnight.