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
is
to suck us dry.
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"Write with our backs to the wind and our faces to the hard, bleaching sun."