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Night-flying by Sadie Zapata

In by New Author on February 5, 2011 at 12:57 pm

I’m Shotgun or Bitch, but I like it both ways. Our four ears are greedy, bottomless pits of slow-burning candle wax and radio waves. Look into any ear with high-beam or blinking turn signal, you’ll see through to our souls. Dancing! In the dark, the cement overpass we ride is the back of a blue whale; our speakers are blowholes. When she drives, I fly in the night. Blood welcomed into neglected places. I’m not a body, I’m the infinitesimal knots in the chain of white gold she wears around her neck. Clingy and delicate, blood clot dried black. Dancing!

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