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Midnight in New York, December 2011
Ships sail past the dock as I look up and imagine
voyaging to the moon with only starlight to guide me.
I etch the sphere’s silhouette with my fingers and
imagine what the moon looks upon now ---
girls halfway around the work, basking in sun rays
or lovers in a cornfield paging romance with their bodies
as the earth welcomes night like a partner of its own.
The moon looks upon me as I feel all alone
at the seaside, where the beginnings of a snowstorm
coat my hair like confetti celebrating the stark silence,
and I remember my Greek teacher espousing the stories of Artemis
how a chastity goddess swelled each month like pregnancy
for all the mothers down below, and I imagine her
traveling through chariot to give the moon
to all us woman who deteriorate in the midnight ocean air
with only the memoirs of our pitfalls stored in our memories.
I remember our language teacher outlined
that lunatic comes from luna because a woman alone
becomes insane. We only indulge on honeysuckle and pineapple
growing sheathed in her light, and I listen to the Atlantic
with tides pulled by her anger and innocence, when I say
thank you to my mother for composing paeans to the crescent
thank you to my daughter for following the new moon and starting blank
thank you to the eclipse for encasing everyone in darkness like mine
I truly believe every last word like prophecy.
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