Apr 4, 2006


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.

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