Garlic cloves on a rope
dangled uselessly out my second story bedroom window
for months after I read Bram Stoker's Dracula.
I kept the light on late, slept little.

Every night, while my brothers slept in neighboring rooms,
I saw him at my second story bedroom window,
felt his fangs on my neck,
saw him in the window of the passing night train.



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