Text 4 Mar 54 notes In Which the Poet Doesn’t Sleep

thetargetbird:

Moon’s an umbrella caught rolling
in night’s samba, the best of me
still too self conscious to dance
with an asking shadow. The hull
tips and cascades a galaxy into
the forward compartments, the x-ray
will show most of its denser momentum
was never seen at all. I leapt when
I thought we had drowned,
the floor done spinning about
the day’s array, and passed around
the couch for another sip of sleep.

-C.S. Henderson

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