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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.
Posted 08/23/11
Comments (1)
"sits on a handful of feral stars." Nice, Jamie.
10/05/11 5:23pm