la lune

Sunday, February 7, 2016




In the dark, listen to Chopin's Nocturnes, 
extend limbs, longer and leaner, relevé high enough that the pain 
dissipates from your toes. 

Thoughts of black ribbon & pearl studs & rain's pearls. Thoughts of filling a small notebook with tracing paper and 

collected words about the moon. 


"My shadow said to me: 
what is the matter
Isn’t the moon warm 
enough for you
why do you need
the blanket of another body?

— Margaret Atwood, “The Shadow Voice”



And at midnight, turn towards la lune. 
It's full tonight. 




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