a whisper of a vampire

Scene 1- your house, summer, hot air, thick
we’re watching animation at your house. i remember thinking i love the vampire of havana! i start telling you about this new series of books i've been reading
you’ve got to meet Otto the vampire...he’s fabulous.
you tell me you’re familiar with the stories. when you were in puerto rico you were dating this really "hot woman, yeah?" and you two used to just lie about on the beach, under wide bright skies at night just talking about vampires.

Scene 2- the street where I grew up, winter, cold feet, wet snow
we are whispering.
i have the realization that i'm watching myself.
i can't make out the whispers. But when my whisper self feels anxious, so do i. suddenly all of me is crying.
"do you want to get back together, gently?"
(sniffs) yes and no, I say. i definitely want to but i don't want you jumping back in to a relationship before youre ready just because it's what i want.-- all the while i'm thinking, now's not the time to say... by the way, I’ve taken up serial killing as a hobby. One step at a time.
you whisper in my ear " i need more time"
you push the hair back from my face just as you lean over and start nibbling on the soft parts of my ear, ending with a light bite.
One blink you’re next to me. The next you are down the street, turning the corner.

"i think," i whisper to my whisper self, "that was a vampire."

Sonnet to the Frailty of Virtue

corruption

My power to corrupt
Perhaps deserves attention
Case in point: Adult male

Complained
I drained

Him of his
Life, his body,
And his soul
I was heretofore
most unaware
Of this ability
To control

But you see,
It's not me

I sense he is more frail
Than he first dared to mention
For it seems all too easy to disrupt

Unravel and undo
This ultimate paragon of masculinity and virtue