8 years old
midnight toaster oven hot dogs vienna
warm fresh poppy seed buns
crunching too salty chips from crinkly white bags
watching 1932 mummy
don’t trust ardeth bey but you gotta like his style
“I dislike to be touched, an eastern prejudice” he says
old quasar black & white tucked in the corner
product of farm estate auction hot summer day
dimly lit living room dead of winter
the spells are still potent the Egyptian occult expert warns
film over go to bed in archway doored bedroom
decorated in second and third hand chic
laying still on mausoleum cold sheets
every creak in the house a possible return of the mummy
seeking vengeance against those that have defiled the tomb
and those that have watched movies about it
they shall die a thousand deaths effendi
got a thousand worries
overcome by sleepiness wake to brightness
the smell of coffee and bacon
fresh blanket of snowfall
last night’s terror now far far away
