Lunule Fevers

I still recall that caliginous night,
Sallow street lights choking a cloying smog
It was nothing, she said, only a bite,
A lonely stray, she said, an outcast dog.

No fool was she, my now-lost Hannah Cao,
But rabies shots and antibiotics
Must fail before what nature does endow
With course of tainted blood the moon predicts

Flesh and bone folding like a paper cup,
Fever annexes an aberrant fear
In newborn wrath to a sanguine worship
Her claws like knives, her teeth a fateful spear.

Now sixteen days gone her scent still lingers,
And lunule fever through me now slithers…

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