What Kind of Vampire Are You?
Who were you in a past life?
You burned your clothes stitched with Aeropostale,
rich in lava lamp glow. The fire flickered
through these memories quicker
than images of naked old men on Chatroulette
gazing at your moon-laden skin,
crawling with apparitions
and online sadness you costumed
through singe-red hair extensions.
How were you turned?
You wanted it to happen. The way you softened 2
in his husky hands. The way you touched
in youth group when you were hiding
in a holy room swollen by night, basting your body
with cloying shadows. You softened again
when you wanted him to consume you,
when your skin crawled to jaundiced and gothic,
when you knew he’d haunt you in absentia.
How do you kill?
You asked him to walk you home in the morning
slurred by birds and chrome clouds shapeshifting
to omens. You thought you were so cool—
he said he would leave his girlfriend. He never did.
That night, he texted you “küss mich in the crypts”, tempted
to delete it from your Nokia phone. You were too young
when he asked to really see you, his body seared
in the next text, grainy and gray like a graveyard when it rained.
2 Loosely inspired by Olivia Braley’s chapbook, SOFTENING
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