It is a dark curriculum the city knowswhen the mist freckles the alleywaysthe boulevard bloodstream thickeningto smoky membrane courtesy of the town’ssupernatural neighbor. Waltzing into the cityblackening the starlight with spectral raven clouds. The monsters from the woods are incomplete.Their bodies are half-banished, empty, always thirsty.They live in the trees in fairy rafters. Molten of bones…