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Those Backstreets

it was like
those rambling narratives,
those adventures
in blackened air
with episodic backstreets
to corrupt the nights
nefariously unfolding
on to the streets.
those sooty accounts
of nightlife thick
as a potter’s hand –
so nocturnal picaresque
that enclaves turned
fluid as gender
on a spurious
moral map.



Written for Miz Quickly’s Stone Nail Soup. Text found and remixed from The Public Domain Review and image (cc-0)