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Click hereIt’s true, she said, the Moon
got some
bad acne when he was a kid;
never shot off
like old Sun did,
after laying
kisses on Les Yeux, that one
bright and humid
Ontario
afternoon. Nora was a former
cam girl, UX copywriter
with sex toys that got in your head.
“I heard her
lashes are even real,” Nora said,
“they go with the garters and lace make you feel things
may never come
again …” Nora, the smooth hard
dusky length of her, pressed up
against my face, a papparazzi’s
microphone.
“I’ve heard it all,” Nora
said, “before about Les Yeux, is that what you
call her now?.. . Les Yeux, dear, la rue, who
does it matter combien de temps, por vous?
Sometimes, I said
I think of her when I’m falling
asleep, I let go and she
smiles, she falls too. we fall
together maintenant, do you
see?
“Together, you say, you see?”
Oui, I said. I felt Nora like moonshine
a full ounce of time.
“BORING!”
cried Nora. I balked.
I couldn’t really
talk about it
then.
“Wasn’t she called something different
before? I could have
sworn you
told me…”
No, I said, only Yeux. Always
that way…
“Oh c’mon,” said Nora, “come
ON…” And I could see
the value in her favorite
toy, the noises it made for those
who were close, but not quite
there, yet…
Only Les Yeux,
I said. “Really?” said Nora,
“something like a Tide then, too?”
I shrugged, not knowing
enough to know what
she meant, or what she would say
next. “A tide, tugged past slick
after slick, by that
love up there everyone has felt it,
night after night, horse whipped
by asteroid belts.”
Moon? I said. I made a sound
in her throat that Nora took
literally, such a good
good girl.
“Mais oui,” she said “and soon…”
Blood rushed. “That sweet
virginal and powerful,
persistent
Moon,” said Nora.
Oui, Nora, I said,
and she slapped,
she tapped
herself against my chin, then
between the eyes… “Is this thing
IN?” Nora said, and I answered
her again, shutting my eyes
so tight.
“So tight?”
Oui…
“Then say it again,” Nora said.
Oui…
“Again.”
Oui!— I cried
moonlight through
the blinds.
“LOUDER!…c’mon
baby….” Oui,
I screamed
OUI!