This is a Night of Evenly Spaced-Out EscalatorsZachary Schomburg
This is a night of evenly spaced- out escalators. This is a night of werewolves. Bodies are colliding into one another. Trains, oceans. My body collided with hers hers collided with his his fell awkwardly to its death. There are werewolves that scatter about evenly but congregate at dead bodies. Ants at a picnic. Trees to rivers. There are werewolves in business casual riding up the escalators, so evenly spaced- out, so tremendously efficient and consistent. This is a night of driving. I am in my Mercury Topaz. She is in hers. Moons are electrons above us. We are hitting tons of werewolves.
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