Monday, January 21, 2008

JULIET (II)

White-bellied moths
throw themselves
on the wall

I have the lamp on

You’re out like a light
as they say--
the father says

Meanwhile I keep the lamp burning
burning

Light like a wave
in my chest
pulse like touch
palms burning
radiate
desire

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