Today's poem is by Dorothy Lune

Desire & quiet moon
       

The crush is fleshless & so it peeled
me, kicked up derma rubble released
into orbit, each face
is its own planet on their own
accord, in his face is petal republic
good as desire: peony, dahlia, oblivious
rose, chrysanthemum. My stomach
strums a pitiful ballad, my struggle
oval shaped, & I am beavertail, I lose
you for good as desire— love
is impossible to be in trouble
with, sit down if your head's on fire.

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from ALOCASIA
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