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"eclipse" by mother dwarf
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Yes,
Matthew, There Is A Source Dear
Diary, Today I ate my fear and the crows would
not quiet. Today I walked by the Mississippi, God
was in the water. In the tug and sway of
the water's green murk, what was once tethered floated
to the surface. Say debris, say vice and
mean it. Grope for weeds. Pantomime a day not
filled with mud, steel. Today my mood was like the
moon, just a sliver glowing in a dark, dark sky. And
my voice dropped, heart eclipsing red like last
month's moon. My body is his habit, I lay in waiting
and, Diary, I glisten in his wake. This is where the
river bends. Where its pulse moves east to
west, its eyes shift downward. Don't stop, river. The
bridge is open and there is no one waiting to cross. |
