open sesame
on a cool moonless night
ubiquitous catcalls occasionally
pierce through tightly locked windows
it is a preternatural occurrence
the hairs on your arms
spontaneously rising toward the ceiling
the ceiling itself is a misnomer
and once grasping its possibilities
the sooner you’ll want to leave this world
may two thousand twenty-four
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