The moon hit its perigee on the 19th and pulled the river to their doors in a flood of catfish and lust. Hellbenders fucked violently in riparian tide pools. Unsuspecting children swam through submerged playgrounds, the currents murky with strands of amphibian semen.

From the banks, parents called them back but acquiesced and in the muddy thicket stripped and rolled over copperheads also mutually entangled– out of season and glinting and cool.

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