A Night in Your City by James Moran After the concert, we leave the club and run to the parking deck, past insurance banks and law firm buildings, large and ornate as Gothic cathedrals. When we stop halfway, we laugh and gasp until clouds burst and vanish around our flushed faces, our parted lips on the brink of chapped. Your tongue flicks out, but only to snag the snakebite piercing back in place. The vault of my jaw snaps shut. As I try to forget how my eyes caught that flesh-colored eel darting between your teeth, I turn to the city wrapped in its gray veil, its buildings too tall to fathom—too rigid, too steel, cold as their countless windows, closed and unlit.
James Moran is a current MFA candidate in poetry at North Carolina State University. His writing has appeared in Semaphore Magazine, and his poetry has been nominated for the 2016 AWP Intro Journals Project. He lives in Sanford, NC.