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Peony Moon/ Sierra Nelson

The moon is up somewhere,

and I am up somewhere too.

Rain falls down:

I down too.

The peony

pulses out,

contracts in,

pulse out,

contract.

Don’t get lost in the pulling in times,

you’re about to push through,

no one said

to the peony

or the moon.

I love you even though you’re a fuck up,

I say to my heart.

Pulse, pulse, pulse.

I checked the internet: moon is on the rise,

making herself look smaller.

Where even are you?

I am somewhere

under moonrise, inside the rain.


Published in Moon Water,

an Anthology by Spell Jar Press


 

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