Moonbeam
“Baby, / each limb is a ray / of moon, draped / in sequins, poshness, / grandeur”
“Baby, / each limb is a ray / of moon, draped / in sequins, poshness, / grandeur”
“5/ Getting on implied that / testosterone had a seat for me to sit upon, / was a place to rest. / Was possibly a waiting equine / already saddled up— / her brown nose breaking my heart.”
“We are not god’s first children / after all. They are skin to skin, / the field in flux, the aura of earth.”
By Vuong Pham
“Two branches reach toward each other. Golden whistlers sing / as if it were the first day of creation.”
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“As the sun sets, the bright motes haze the sweetgrass and timothy, / like unshelled souls crowding a lie”
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“Horses are known to sleep / while standing up, as if their whole life // is a probable war.”