The house next door. Strange things happen when the owners are away. Microscopic things, comical things ... there's nothing else quite like it.
Excerpt
Sample: "Closet Fest"
the clothes in the closet
are breathing slowly,
at a microscopic level
expanding, contracting
as the temperature shifts,
circulating the slightest
puffs of air;
they huddle together
as the night grows cold
and push apart during the
stuffy hours
when the house is empty,
they play card games after lunch
but without eyes
there is little strategy;
at the sound of an opening door
the deck gets tucked
back into a sweater pocket
there is a faint giggle
as they joke about
pulling the wool over human eyes
one more time.
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