from both sides, by two hungry avatars
while the murky ceiling plays Slayer
and rice paddies glisten
in the early evening
she watches through a dollar store telescope
me shining rows of tables
dropping lace from balconies
for me to salvage from threadbare rugs
she's got me in a web of bright
dancing pentagram rays
each beam separate from the alphabet
that once constrained my purple fangs
we are lovers laughing
on a shattered windshield
letting the engine cool
on our sinister spines.
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