I’ll never forget the moonlight that night
in Punta del Diablo, silvering the edges
of New Year’s revelers dancing past
the smug prows of beached fishing boats.
With whisky on rocks on a splintered table,
I surrendered finally to the mosquitos,
raised the white flag, let them have
at me. And you, so happy, so unbitten,
took my picture with your phone.
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