25

I hold the disk of the moon
under my tongue
and count to one hundred
I feel it dissolve
as the silvery coolness
slips down my throat
curls in my belly
I swallow the moon
then keep her wisdom
in my blood
under my skin
no one knows
but they can see
I am radiant

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13 thoughts on “25

  1. I love this Mary–from the very first image, every word–it’s so hard to find that radiant place these days, but your 55 brought me there in just a few well-worded seconds–thank you! And thanks so much for plying this week. Have the very most kickass weekend.

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