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racoon_eyes
werewolf driving home, my headlights
illuminate like a strip of lightning,
the small unyielding eyes of a raccoon.
like lifting under a dark rock,
and finding in even the smallest
most glittering and hidden instances
hateful hunger,
slouching home,
brought to the light,
startled, furious
awakened,
forgetting the distinctions
between day and night.
i look up, it looks up
as if my car's lights were a gunshot.
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unhinged my mother's term for
mascara under the eyes
from crying or
forgetting to wash it off before sleep
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