Frankenstein’s Ghazal
Frantic, sweaty. Death settled in around him,
thick and constricting. He was afraid of the end.
A memory is unearthed; a dead flower blooms.
All things buried in thought are without end.
She cries out for her lost love, her #2 companion,
a well-worn pencil with love bites on one end.
I think I’ll wear a white shirt today, but it [...]
