February 16, 2008
Her belly grew with the moon
Until she sprawled under a forest tree
Far from the house.

At the river
She dangled him from her nails and put him on the bank.

He heard the doe’s tongue stroke the water and
She heard a silver sphere with the reflection of the moon leave her gun
And another woman’s howls puncture the night

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Morana said...
Jan. 3, 2012 at 12:57 pm
I absolutely Love this. Its the perfect balance of abstract, darkness, and beauty.
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