One Hundred and Twenty-Nine.


Izzy circle


one thousand wolves leapt into the air at the same time
one thousand spines arching
one thousand tails wagging
two thousand eyes glinting back at the moon
four thousand legs running so hard and fast they might just break through the stratosphere


Sarah circle


When they kissed their teeth collided
And their glasses crashed together
And their noses dragged across their cheeks
And their hands got caught in each other’s knotted hair
And they got their breathing all out of whack
And they surfaced, swallowing spit
Stared at each other for a tense moment or two
And burst into laughter
And dived straight back in



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