The Matt Payne Journal

TARGETED


Footprints in the snow
reach my window
no signs of entry
no sign they ever left.

In the morning I find a ham
thawing in the sink.
I never took the ham
out of the freezer.

A slow tapping noise
from the other end of the house
wakes me up in the night.
I cross the house to find the source
and I hear a slow tapping noise
from the other end of the house.

Inspired in part by an interview on a Failed State Update podcast episode.


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