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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.