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drawing the curtain I glanced the waxing moon ‘in the hours you hate me’ I said ‘I love you the most’ our eyes met departing sorrow of sun and moon and the shape of the moon mattered and the fragility … Continue reading
she said ‘when I’m on my back and my mouth is on your ear the moon is in my eyes’ werewolf I knew ‘I’ll make bullets from your Mother’s silverware’ I gestured toward the butter knife on the plate ‘Mother … Continue reading
‘do you like leaves?’ I thought to ask looking at the moon in her eyes ‘werewolf’ I thought
she spotted the pistol on the bench top and we ran for it and we found only our hands clutching at each other’s hand and our hearts and our eyes and the pistol had disappeared and she said ‘let’s build … Continue reading
I could hold the wood you make into shape you could say ‘werewolf!’ to the moon in my eyes
I’d arch my back turn into the werewolf in the full moon of yr eyes and howl to that dark place inside yr just want yr to know that like the moon wants yr to look at it the universe … Continue reading
when the moon’s above yr house yr can look up its sweet mound Armstrong went there his tongue hanging out never thought bout werewolves just them white panties