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MOONLIGHT SLEEPING ON A MIDNIGHT LAKE
By Abigail Goldman
Wednesday December 30, 2009 - 09:01:00 AM
The moon’s panting frosts the air.
There is an electric tremor.
I think that’s meat.
Me, I think.
I mean,
I haven’t had enough to eat.
A victim of the cold and heat.
Nervous by night,
I think with my feet.
I mean, I walk in my sleep.
Sonambulisma.
I am unnatural.
That is, nocturnal.
The park’s a good spot,
But just by day.
And the Credit Union alley.
A million ways to camp out wrong.
You will be asked to move along.
Be invisible.
Be thin.
Be flat.
Blend in.