My Body The Haunted House
       

This house is haunted you know. Someone died in here. Where is the
basement of the body I don't know. Where is the attic I don't know. I carry
her around with me. Stillborn in my boy-womb. There was a girl died young
no funeral. A haunted house is always alone. People come to be scared
because they like it they like to be scared knowing they can leave anytime and
they do they always do they always leave. Back to their safe and warm without
me, I mean the house. A haunted house is always alone. I carry your body (in
my body). I live for both of us now. Cannot pinpoint what I miss. Looking for
the chicken exit. Desire wrapped in a sheet. Where is the body I said I don't
know. No body no case everyone knows that. Am I free to go now. I want to
go home. I said I want to go.

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