Today's poem is by Corinna Rosendahl
Red Moon
Because of what I've done
I can't sleep again.There is a mass
of sadness
floating into the garden.Of course
I go after it.I take my blood with me.
I take my hands
and try to reason with it
to let me use its voice
as a cutting tool
because it sounds like you.We have to keep
opening ourselves up.We have to keep
going inthe red room.
I am not reasonable
and touch
every blossom, go around to each
and forgive them
for how they kill the acheI need to stay
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