You don't have to go home in a straight line
My poem "Atque in Perpetuum" has been accepted by Not One of Us. It's not based on the dream I had a year ago about Catullus' brother, but it is addressed to him. It's another ghost poem. At a very bad point on Thursday, I almost posted, "I need to learn how to stop being a dybbuk." I'm wondering if this is how I'm doing it.
It is clear fall outside, cloudless. I fell asleep sometime after sunrise, having watched half a dozen episodes of Gravity Falls (2012) with
derspatchel and talked until the light came in with leaf-shadows through the windows. I woke up with a cat on my feet. The last few days have been very good.
L'shanah tovah, all.
It is clear fall outside, cloudless. I fell asleep sometime after sunrise, having watched half a dozen episodes of Gravity Falls (2012) with
L'shanah tovah, all.

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(Well, I googled it, but I think your definition will be more interesting.)
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A dybbuk sits between memory and the dead and puts its fingers on the living.
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All right, next poem's yours.
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Very well said.
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Stories, of course, vary. Queer people often become dybbukim.
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I'd have answered if my comments notification hadn't been completely borked!
Read this story.
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