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Letters to the Bat

Present Tense

by Rebecca Lu Kiernan

Something prowls unnamed
Through the zig-zaggy city crowd
And the moon-dressed emptiness
Of the abandoned launch site,
Through the festival music
That vibrates in your teeth
And the silence of the violet lake.

Something stalks unnamed.
It knows everything about me.
It chuckles in the mirror.
It knows what I will call it
And when its time will

Copyright © 2012 by Rebecca Lu Kiernan

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