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Sonnet for the Search Party
Lemon skinned moon
Purrs away, only skin she says
In a thousand mirrored pores
Sits a handful of feral stars.
Only face, why save it? he agrees,
Hangs yellow, bangs louder
On the hollow door
Hangs his entirety: eyes, a pinhole mouth
Two heart-shaped lungs
Listen for her backwalk.
The first time she landed
On him, the purring rattled an eyelash
And sunk the earth like a spoon.
An echo, she says, goes on saying.
Purrs away, only skin she says
In a thousand mirrored pores
Sits a handful of feral stars.
Only face, why save it? he agrees,
Hangs yellow, bangs louder
On the hollow door
Hangs his entirety: eyes, a pinhole mouth
Two heart-shaped lungs
Listen for her backwalk.
The first time she landed
On him, the purring rattled an eyelash
And sunk the earth like a spoon.
An echo, she says, goes on saying.
Posted 08/23/11
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"sits on a handful of feral stars." Nice, Jamie.
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10/05/11 5:23pm
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