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flirting in the dark

it was winter when he told
me, when the moon was big
and clear over the swamp,
that he hated full moons.
it surprised me: who doesn’t
like full moons? i asked
and his eyes flashed
like headlights in the dusk.
me, he mouthed, as if his voice
had dripped away. the shadows
give mystique. it’s beautiful:
i heard this clawing
up his throat, yearning to fly
free. i wouldn’t understand it, not
‘til morning, when quickly did i see
the constellation of zits
upon his face, and orion
winking at me.


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