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Eyes Under Moonlight
By Tate Singleton
We swear there are sharks swimming...
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under the lake the moon forgot to light
thick air like tar builds homes on my tongue
while we’re homeless in a car for the night
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I look at her, like a child in the driver’s seat
her hair flows with the fake wind
If the shape of the moon obscures her view
will she remember this the way I did?
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When our little box is melted metal
and all the stones have tapped the water twice
are we destined to hear weeping in the mist
no matter how hard we try?
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Or will I forever remember
the sharks I couldn’t see
Us staring into each other
through the holes of dying trees
