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Mar. 14th, 2021 03:02 pmCREEPING THE FEB MOON
You are no way welcome out here,
your brain curling upwards, upwards
like the smoke of a cheap cigar, the sky
curving down like a bowl turned, turned
upside on the rim.
New moon invisible except, except
for the round blackness with no damned stars.
You are no way welcome out here. Out here,
night or day, it’s like walking
home in the rain. & you are being followed
by rubber boots. No way,,
you are no way welcome out here.