"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Saturday, August 28, 2010

Mosquito People.

The closest thing
to a perfect moment
was when we fled
from scathing looks
pointy mouths
and bug eyes.
We walked together
across old train tracks
as we swatted at mosquitoes
because all they ever want
to suck us dry.

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