HAL SIROWITZ : The Moon Got in the Way
JANE HUTTO : Selena
ALISON DANIEL : I Think You May Hear
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The Moon Got in the Way Selena I Think You May Hear


HAL SIROWITZ
The Moon Got in the Way
She looked for the moon. "It's not where I saw it last time,' she said. "It shifted." "I told you," I said, "we should have eaten outside. You wouldn't have lost the moon." "I didn't lose it," she corrected me. "How could I lose what doesn't belong to me?" "You've lost me," I answered. "I've never had you," she said. "It was a figure of speech," I said. "You should stop figuring out what to say and just speak," she said. "I am speaking," I said. "Not to me," she said. "You're speaking to your image of me." "Look who's talking?" I said. "At least, I wasn't giving all my attention to the moon."
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The Moon Got in the Way Selena I Think You May Hear


JANE HUTTO
Selena
Across a darkened sky drawn by two she rides - - goddess of the night, luna-lady, silver streamed and temple bound. But you, my princess, as stiff as chiseled marble, moonglow deep within your eyes, should you rise to scorn the ruins ancient pains have left, and drink the richly colored wine of daughters wise, my salutations short would stay as I, a weakened Sol, against your beauty pure would fade.
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The Moon Got in the Way Selena I Think You May Hear


ALISON DANIEL
I Think You May Hear
If I open my mouth, the beat from the pulse of my wrist, tender bones, fingers, toes, the distance from shoulders, arms legs, feet, heart, lungs, diaphragm, sternum, xiphoid; hard and soft places join ribs. Breasts, belly conception, breath, bloodwarm lips. Something other than speech traces tongue, touches teeth. It doesn't matter if I talk about everyday things or sea green ecstasy rolling around on the lounge room floor. The bathroom scene, satisfied alchemy, red and white tiles cold against my back. We fuck beyond these walls. Later, in the shower, I'll describe water, floods, tides, constellations, zodiac signs. I'll not question desire, destiny or dreams, what I see when the windows left open. The sun's freshly hung another laundered day. The moon sluices rain. I'm not naked, satiated, nor will I cry. Hunger presses my lips to your ear. I want you to hear everything. Imagine touching these words the way lovers kiss before sex in summer, autumn, winter. Lines deepen the palm of my hand, intricate woven threads, distinct, delicious, succinct. Remember my scent, sweat, the spring before we met.
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HAL SIROWITZ : The Moon Got in the Way
JANE HUTTO : Selena
ALISON DANIEL : I Think You May Hear


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