Blood Moon

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First day of incarceration, there’s a killing.

Big black guy named Blade gets stabbed thirty-seven times with his own knife.

According to the inmates, of course, nobody saw anything.

Blade got killed? Hmmm. Surprise to me.

Did I hear anything? You mean like screams or somethin’? Nah, man, I didn’t hear squat.

Did I see anything? Not a thing, man. Not one thing.

He realizes, after hearing about Blade’s death, that he is never going to make it out of this prison alive.

All the things that turned women on — the almost-pretty face, the almost-wasted poetic body, the air of suffering... these same things are going to get him killed in this place.

Very first thing another inmate said to him was, “Hey, white dude, they gonna love that ass of yours in this place.” Black guy giggling all over the place. Crazed animal eyes like so many in here.

But—

Is not gay. Does not want to be touched by another man under any circumstances. And certainly does not want to be harmed.

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