Slick Haunt

At late night we wander,
wading through untuned New Orleans air.

Breathe bourbon and cuss
softly, shoulders hooked and eyes
darting,

careful not to stare
into the phantom lenses that film us.

Slick haunt, we know the stars
are on earth tonight, our clan
the center of everything that ever
existed.

Hair in our face, we saunter
low-slung up dark avenues, black
glasses obscuring our vision of the moon.

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Nathan Scott is a 23-year-old graduate student in New Orleans. His twitter is twitter.com/nathansavin.