Lukah was brave she dazzled, even me, enough to believe in the innocent intentions and those girls, the night she wore that red sweater i watched her spin through blue in mid-transformation and spit sweet smoke on the concrete as she designed blueprints for how to be human, here she’d been chasing Khyber all along [...]
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An acceptable night for the grinders of teeth, asleep with women’s scarves around them— their open windows ushering the middling breeze, which is a little damp and stirs the decent perfume about their necks; the cars’ sly leaving tune just before the knowing dawn; whatever they argue about in rowhouses. Whatever comes in the brilliant [...]
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