Skeleton Moons in Dark Closets

Crave her. Save her
as a nightlight,
beacon for the sea.

Hold her fast
between these hanger clouds,
the hush-loud sting of stars.

Turn that golden knob.
She’s waiting.


For twiglets


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4 Responses to Skeleton Moons in Dark Closets

  1. qbit says:

    Oh oh oh! Wow. That opening stanza is stunning. So is “hush loud sting of stars”

  2. Shawna says:

    This is so flipping awesome. I hella dang LOVE the opening. But then also, I love reading “hangers” as in, the clouds are naked until someone dresses them in colorful gowns. Imagine sunset with all those purple and pink prom dresses on! Man, I love that. 🙂

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