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The bus felt like an unfilled space
though it was dense with people. Soon I’d be home,
see the lit skyline rise in miniature as if a scale model of the actual I constructed myself.
But before that, I saw the glow
blooming just ahead like an enormous
spotlight aimed at the sky.
Though most are wedged between sleep
and bedding, their city still hums with light as if it comes from filament
in their bodies instead of wattage bulbs.
If I had built this city I would know why
it looks as it does: light for blood, steel for bones, and concrete for skin.
I would have trained it to eat citizens, drink bayou water for sustenance,
and shit it all into the gulf.
When I came home to her, we fucked
and made love all at once.
I wanted to bite until my mouth
warmed with her blood.
She dug whole stories with her nails
into my back. Before we realized
we were breathing, before rolling off
each other and back into ourselves,
we opened our almost equally brown eyes
into each other as if two mirrors
reflecting that color infinitely,
characters in an Escher drawing.
I looked at her creamy closed eyes,
sex-dampened face, and noticed
she was glowing.
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