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Eoghan watched the shadows of their silhouettes, morphing along the rustic wood panels, and took note of the faux brown leather flaking off above the chair’s claw-footed legs. The seat cushion, flat and uninviting. He paused, struggling to remember how it had looked when he first started visiting.
In a shadow between two buildings,
a woman clenches rosary beads.
The hem of her dress skims a murky puddle.
It is violent,
swelling in muddled moonlight.
My tangled hair becomes brittle
by the whipping salt air.