You go
Go inside.
Stay outside.
Inside she hides.
Inside he sees,
but outside, pretends not to notice.
Inside, he moon-stomps around her
spitting fire and raging,
daring her to mosh in the eye of the storm
that spirals around them.
Outside he averts his eyes,
pretends to be lost
in preoccupation,
and walks by her quickly.
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