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<strong>Jack</strong> <strong>kilborn</strong> <strong>SErial</strong> <strong>blakE</strong> <strong>crouch</strong><br />
heartwarming depth of their new screams, skipped back to<br />
the car and hopped in and stomped the gas, their cries rising<br />
into something like the baying of hounds, lucy howling<br />
back. She pushed the Subaru past fifty, to sixty, to seventy<br />
five, and in the illumination of the spotlight, the boys<br />
bounced along the pavement, on their backs, their sides,<br />
their stomachs, and with every passing second looking<br />
more and more lovely, and still making those delicious<br />
screams she could almost taste, lucy driving with no<br />
headlights, doing eighty under the moon, and the cold<br />
winter wind rushing through the windows like the breath<br />
of God.<br />
She made it five miles, (no one had ever lasted five miles<br />
and she credited those well-made snowboarding helmets),<br />
before the skeletons finally went quiet.<br />
lucy ditched what was left of the boys and drove all night<br />
like she’d done six blasts of coke, arriving in Salt lake as<br />
the sun edged up over the mountains. She checked into<br />
a red roof inn and ran a hot bath and cleaned the new<br />
blood and the old blood out of the ropes and let the cara-biners<br />
and the chains and the handcuffs soak in the soapy water.<br />
in the evening she awoke, that dark weight perched on her<br />
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