Artificial Preservatives

[rayheinrich]

billy: Your enjoyment is the one of the few things that
lends comfort to our pathetic little lives, so please,
for all our sakes, keep reading. I fear our very existence
hinges on your attention (or at least our egos, which,
depending on your view of same is same).

Leanne: Referencing Pandora would add a hint of the dark
ataxia necessary for creativity. As trite as Faustian knowledge?
Probably.

Opening legs, boxes and all reminded me of this poem:


< sleeping with the moon >

i'm in my ninth month
and my belly
is doing a good imitation of a melon
(though it's really not green enough)

i've known since the sonogram
that i was pregnant with the moon
and now
i turn out the lights at night
and watch it's glow
and imagine the delivery
spreading my legs
the beam of soft light
shining from me

it happened last summer
all those nights on the roof
sleeping under the stars
and yes
it's true
sleeping with the moon

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