It May Be a

	Michelle Paulsen
weekends of	walking into the	you grow tired	a strange sudden
in storms,	it may be a misnomer, but somehow it's faithful: gothic the light bleeds into the chambers, murders have occurred here, and we all drink hot blood		staring at a naked
up on his			there is something
then there was the			it may be a
snowflakes are	fireflies for	driving in the	there is a