The Vampire
Joseph R. Trombatore

beneath
livid fractions
of a full moon
he'll strike a pose
shake your hand
with a
smile
with the breath
of spent fireworks
ask you for an autograph
ask you
for a job

he has credentials
a mile long—
comes from a large family
of jackals & jack-o-lanterns

beware—
he’s the kid
down the street with a stick
looking
for an ant hill
the kid
who wants to set
your dreams on fire

he’ll dust his
boots off
with a grin
&
put you on
his dental plan

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