SIXTY MOONS OF SATURN
She was very, very sick
and he worried she would be sick
for a long time. She asked him
to handcuff her to a drainpipe.
She said, I am in trouble, I have been pushed
to the ground. And when they made love
it felt like having dinner with homeless people.
He watched her watch herself
disappearing. She had been made especially
for him. He looked at old pictures of her
and wondered how did that child come to be like
this. One night he went for a long
walk alone. Holy shit, he thought
when he noticed her delicate colors in the sky.
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