Rumor has it if you look at the dimming streetlights askance,

just right, you can see them drag their feet outside of No-1

Chinese to this very day, they have gone from white, black, Latino

to identical translucent, fierce-eyed cave dwellers, you can see

their organs, their arteries filled with green UV fluorescent paint, their

blood is the hypnotic 3 AM pulse on State Street and the Hill,

it makes your passing mini-van feel ancient and sinuous, and in a way

the darkness is a relief, it lets you feel innocent, it lets you feel

unafflicted, uninflicting, and maybe you’ll die before you think of a way

to bring us all to daylight, but hey, that’s part of the horror, isn’t it?

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