in Death

January 10, 2008
By Lexie Sharabianlou, Walnut Creek, CA

my sister and i will sit in the curve of the moon
our legs swinging above the world where we’ll whisper songs of childhood deviancy
and let our words fall down onto the earth below
like the rain.
and my parents will polka, slow and steady
in penumbras of church shadows and stained glass light

to bethlehem and back

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