I walked around a cul-de-sac last night—
MUGGY! it mugged me—
sweat pouring down my forehead & back
& all over my nocturnal body;
mosquitoes still out after midnight;
a moth landing on the moon, an architect!
gutting the light, like shimmering
cut-glass surfaces that sing a kind of vanilla
of celestial honey from the windpipes.
MUGGY! it mugged me—
sweat pouring down my forehead & back
& all over my nocturnal body;
mosquitoes still out after midnight;
a moth landing on the moon, an architect!
gutting the light, like shimmering
cut-glass surfaces that sing a kind of vanilla
of celestial honey from the windpipes.
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