Fat Girl Trilonnet
       

                                        All the stars go down and I
lie on my back in the yard watching
                          the light dimming, hearing the break

                        of branches, of leaves sweeping as eyes
search the black, insects calling,
                                        listening to the swirling lake

                                        where frogs go operatic-like
and my body croons along, catching
                                    itself. Tell me what I can take

away from this forgetting, why
I overlook my body, latching
                          onto the blues the nighttime makes,

how I avoid the light, my past,
                                        and disappear into the grass.

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