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There’s a clearing behind her mother’s house
On the other side of Silver Creek.
We’d drink cheap, cherry vodka there late at night.
Her dog, Lobo, at our feet.
Crystal was younger than me, but much tougher
With a dark smile on her lips.
She looked so pretty laughing in my puckered face
When I pulled up her skirt a bit.
Lobo took off.
She said, “You catch that hound I’m yours.”
So I ran
Through the trees
Chasing sounds
Deep into the darkness
Then I fled
And took Crystal to her room.
Turned off all the lights.
I closed the curtains to the sickle moon.
Said, “There’s a strange man outside.
He was out there swattin’ lighting bugs
On his greasy face and body.
I could just make out two big pale eyes staring
Through streaks of glowing green
His pig-face grinnin’ mean.”
Her smile
Fell away
And she said,
“Thought I was goin’ crazy.
I’ve seen him too.
And I can’t take it anymore.
I can’t take it.
Every night
I see him in the window.
Those big pale eyes.”
I stole a machete
Hacked up small animals for practice
Even when I found Lobo tied in a knot
No one believed us
Weeks later
I was patrolling the woods
Red lights flashing through the branches
I dropped the machete
Ran to her house
And saw two cop cars and an ambulance
Lighting bugs glowing in the breeze
And I fell to my knees
It’s been years now.
I moved to the city
To get lost in the trash
Like one of many fruit flies.
And I found my wife, Claire.
So full of life, so wild,
With a smile beyond compare.
And our first child is
Kicking strong inside her.
But sometimes I swear
I look at her face and I see Crystal hiding in there.
The way her lips pout
When she’s brushing her hair.
I see her everywhere.
I tried my best to lose her.
How I got lost in bars spilling into streets.
Too drunk to dream.
Can’t dream or I’ll see him choking Crystal with her sheets
And grinning mean.
Now, it seems
Like violence is a mist
Slowly creeping from the past.
And I can’t help but feel
He’s coming back for me.
Just last week,
An old machete was found
Lodged in some young cop’s gut.
Right on our street.
Where I could hear him suffering.
And I recalled a possum
Still trying to run
Though I’d cut its head clean off.
Same as me, I thought,
Fleeing home when I knew damn well he’d never stop.
Because I saw those eyes.
And tonight,
As I patrolled the halls
Checking all the windows, I saw
The green glow of a lightning bug.
Kissed Claire’s sleeping lips and grabbed my gun.
Not gonna run.
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