Poem: Full-Blood Moon

Through the narrow window,
the full-blood moon floated
in the black water of the bathtub,
next to where you laid
with your face against the wall

Pressing my cheek to yours,
I glimpsed,
the unfurled flags of defeat
and something I didn’t understand.

Aug., 2013

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