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:::by lisa:::Gunshot Summer The window mesh holds me together only so much. I know I'm draining in the dark, seeping as much as the humidity, as much as the dog-breath kick-start summer will allow. The heat channels through me in violent vibrato. My rationality is singed. I start to believe that the sounds of wind, shingle-snap, and midnight blue might burn through me like a bullet. There�s the hole. I count my impulses. I hide under the sheets to sweat, to remove from myself these small tremors, the rattle of night in my wrists. Lying still is so hard. Movement has the appeal of crackling at the edges, triggering open the scar in the sky where the moon lays, tin-hot and trembling.
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