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Luxuria, and: Faith, and: Camp

Luxuria, and: Faith, and: Camp Despy Boutris Luxuria The secret to sin is to do it in secret. You & I learned secrecy young— two girls taught to swallow our hunger—so we meet up at nightfall, once we hear snores & the last lights have gone out, our houses dark as the devil. We walk down the dirt roads, cursing this town full of coal miners & farmers & churches, cursing the way we’ll likely never leave. Grass sprouts up along the asphalt, the air stained with petrichor, & I’m guided only by the humming streetlights & starlit sky. We find each other at our meeting place, the lake south of me, north of you, each of us 61 scrambling over the wet rocks toward the grassy hill & willow grove where you’ve laid down the knit blanket. Walking toward you, I feel the grass & mud against the soles of my feet, find you sitting in the crotch of a tree, & as soon as we catch each other’s eyes, we’re each saying Here is my shirt, here is my hair, my hands, my mouth, take it, take me, right here, right now. Your eyes glow like a glowstick, your jaw sharp as http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Prairie Schooner University of Nebraska Press

Luxuria, and: Faith, and: Camp

Prairie Schooner , Volume 93 (3) – Dec 21, 2019

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Despy Boutris Luxuria The secret to sin is to do it in secret. You & I learned secrecy young— two girls taught to swallow our hunger—so we meet up at nightfall, once we hear snores & the last lights have gone out, our houses dark as the devil. We walk down the dirt roads, cursing this town full of coal miners & farmers & churches, cursing the way we’ll likely never leave. Grass sprouts up along the asphalt, the air stained with petrichor, & I’m guided only by the humming streetlights & starlit sky. We find each other at our meeting place, the lake south of me, north of you, each of us 61 scrambling over the wet rocks toward the grassy hill & willow grove where you’ve laid down the knit blanket. Walking toward you, I feel the grass & mud against the soles of my feet, find you sitting in the crotch of a tree, & as soon as we catch each other’s eyes, we’re each saying Here is my shirt, here is my hair, my hands, my mouth, take it, take me, right here, right now. Your eyes glow like a glowstick, your jaw sharp as

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Published: Dec 21, 2019

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