no moon and still its light waves in the puddles filling white graves
Tag: night
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kitten on a red sock cloud before the moon their grays do not reach for black their moment will not rise or stalk the cockroach on the bricks
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no moon but orange safety light and green fingers trembling wind
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no stars in safety light—no purity but shadows, barbed wire bent by plastic white pelts of food & beer Related articles The Separatrix Gives Us Our Fragments: Reviewing MxT by Sina Queyras (poetryfoundation.org) Rachel Kessler (kathleenflenniken.com)
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community written acid lines abdomen and eye who is believed and I am not a part of us orange security light stains grave stones sunset long after Venusrise
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dawn’s fingers rose late to drag screw pine down to dark -er than the hidden moon leaving grooves on Venus blue Related articles Boston Review Reviews Caroline Bergvall’s Drift (poetryfoundation.org)