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Syntax Issue 10
Denver Syntax
{scene}
  juliet cook



t’s hazy something like
lightning bugs without their lights.

If girls were flying insects,
then you could rip off their wings.
If girls were soft thoraxes,
then you could cut

out what makes them glow.

I crawl around hiding my wings.
I throb on & off underneath
a dark shell. Most of the time,
none of you can see me, but

every once in a while I’m a flare,
then I’m an accident scene.