Saturday, January 31, 2015

Window Moon

Window Moon

In the windy moonshine womb,
through lilac latticework,
shadow mice race
over a patch of earth;
menstruated other--
together we slough
the tongues of ego,
bounded sinew night.
Smoke curls
flex and float from the chimney
tonight.
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