the vampire is itinerant
and hidden
in their lair
waiting a lot
they breathe without
air
they hang around
Lucia sings a love song
to her ghost friend
and when she’s going mad she sings
the ghost, the ghost
she has visions of the truth
not the future
but the future is
present too
the vampire morphs desire
days are hard for her
she hovers between
worlds
the vampire keeps at it
the vampire is hard to kill
has been to hell
and
has a lover
in the shadows
I love her
vampires speak the language of
negative light
negatives
capturing
silent moments
like a root
or a claw
grinding into form
cut out in paper
vampires know
what’s
under the surface
