Melanie Browne

Manitou Springs, Colorado

I followed my artist friends

around like a puppy,

blending into your backgrounds

while wearing a camouflage jacket.

The art in your galleries scared me.

A bear with an extra tongue,

a wolf that stood on two legs.

Recognizing conspiracy,

I slept with a knife.

After I drank from your fountains,

all of your ghosts emerged,

with wide Myling eyes.

I still dream I am

running through your center.

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