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Lightbulb reflection
on the window makes
a 2nd moon when this one
is new.

                                  Hekate's upturned breasts
                                  on the grubby page in the silence
                                  of Connecticut.

                                  Blue light pours
                                  from her eyes.  Her spine
                                  is a waterspout of words.

In hexagonal phalanxes
the drugs that still
the lunar speech.
The veils lift at intervals,
decades.  Yes OK
I will learn
to inhabit myself.