Sean had arrived
as a sensitive star.
Sean still alive
with negative charge
drawn and then nourished
with the dawn of the moon…
of Sean in the forest
and then Sean in his room.
Bringing Sean home
before giving him head,
Singing of bones
and forgiving the dead
who imbibe from my screams
and take form from my dread,
who survive in my dreams
though they can’t warm my bed…
who want me with
all of the words
to be spread –
who haunt me with
all of the words
that we said
Written By Jason Wright
October 27, 2026