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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Dorothy Schultz

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The Dark

Everything feels worse at night—
the dark collects noiselessly
on the window pane
as if to imitate mice on tiptoe
circumnavigating my bed
brandishing sewing needle swords
and barbed wire spools
of thread
they march

I feel them wrap my fingers first and then
move onto
my wrists
my throat

They say you listen longer
They say you look harder
when you cannot see