Oct/Nov 2004 Poetry


by Adriana DiGennaro


You are a celestial body
puzzling as the pyramids,
precious as amber,
opaque as milk.

Something girls admire
while taking in the sky,
opening then like tulips
to that murderous melt.

One girl laid out too long.
Then there was the dark—
a little cold, at least safe,
but your unexpected cameo
through the pitch left her blind.
One show too many.

Who else will hear the murmur
of your passing
when you crush the lull
with something spoken low?

Who else will you set on fire?


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