My heart is a stuttering moon
caught in her waxing phase.
Unable to expand or release
she holds at once too full and not full enough–
–a rounded gaseous belly.
She shines a sharp and frowning crescent
or a cruel smile.
Leaning into the Dark
My heart is a stuttering moon
caught in her waxing phase.
Unable to expand or release
she holds at once too full and not full enough–
–a rounded gaseous belly.
She shines a sharp and frowning crescent
or a cruel smile.
Until The Last Minute 