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DO NOT SPEAK TO ME ABOUT THE FULL MOON IN GEMINI

Liz Bowen

 

 

 

 

Who said it’s over

that breath will come easy

Who told you to wake up
with clover on your tongue

Squatting inside a cave
inside a modern art museum

some ancient film reel
stirs within you

Your favorite song goes
God loves you

but not enough to save you
and you’ve sworn off

all of that
oceanic feeling

Inside an office chair
your hormones rage across a prairie

a herd of buffalo
just trying to live

And it’s cute how you can’t name them
or know their ephemeral nature

Sipping on autoplay
so not to flood the sensorium

It’s so easy to calcify
and call it a healing

Less easy to look that spiral shell
in its aperture

a slimy organ
of information

You’re doing good
You’re doing good

The turkeys on the hill
are your colleagues

Your fingernails are marble tabletops
too immaculate to chew on

Just remember if you think
you had an urge

to say goodbye to all that

No you didn’t

Liz Bowen wrote Compassion Fountain (Trembling Pillow Press, 2022) and SUGARBLOOD (Metatron Press, 2017)

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