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FAWN-HEART. BOY WITHOUT GUN. I FIND U IN THE WARM PATCH OF CARPET. I HUNTED U FOR MILES IN THT GREEN COAT. TASTE OF METAL, OF THE EDGE OF NOVEMBER, AND RUST AND GOLD COIN, EGREGIOUS AND UNFORGIVING ON MY LIP. I WANNA WASH U DOWN THE SINK. ALL THIS BLOOD IS GIVING ME THE CHILLS. OR, NO, NOT COLD, HOTTER THAN ICE-BATH, THAN THE POOL U PUT UR BODY IN JUST TO CALM IT DOWN. I DO WONDER ABOUT YOUR BONES. I THINK U HAVE TWO SKINS. I’M UNDER BOTH. A THIN FILM BETWEEN US THAT IS RIPE & CAVERNOUS & A WINTER WITH NO CAR ENGINE TO START, NO GLOVES TO WEAR. YOUR HANDS WILL DROP OFF. I WILL HAVE TO HOLD THEM. THIS IS ATTEMPTED MURDER. I’M TRYING SO HARD TO KILL U. BUT YOU WON’T DIE. YOU ANIMAL. YOU NEIGHBORHOOD CAYOTE. SMATTER OF MUSCLE AND HAIR, I CAN’T LOOK AT YOU THIS WAY. AS A MESS. BEEN LIVING MY WHOLE LIFE TO ALLOW THIS TO HAPPEN. AND THEN IT DID. SOMETHING IS DIFFERENT. NOT GOOD AND NOT WRONG. DOE-EYE AND MURDER. TERRIBLE AND RIGHT. I WAS TRYING SO HARD TO KILL U OFF. I WAS ALWAYS SURE I WOULD DO THE WORST THING. I HUNTED U FOR MILES. I FOUND U CURLED UP. I RAISED MY HAND AS IF TO HARM. AND THEN, I TOUCHED UR FACE.