Graveyard Dirt Katharine Anderson
have you ever noticed a graveyard in winter? they don’t want you to know what i know about a graveyard in winter. you see the ground doesn’t freeze over— not in the slightest. the corpses know the long nights are theirs and they’re scratching at the coffins, breaking out and wandering about town, showing their exit wounds to little kids and dancing around inside basement windows. i don’t mind it. it’s the time of year when i start eating graveyard dirt. it’s romantic, i think. i’m going to work to class to work, work, work in the dark without eating. i’m coming home, 76
