Day: Dec 10, 2014
The Folded Napkin [poem]
There’s a man in the moon
who lives in my mirror like
a folded napkin in a drawer
(or tightly rolled up in a ring
of hallmarked tarnished silver)
and I’ve seen him there at least
ten thousand times before —
his mouth like a startled lunar
landscape cratered in the shape
of a breath-holding diver
impending
dangling
lurking
waitly
breaking open every gately
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