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K a t i e   L o n g o f o n o


Moon Animals


when the sun rose we were moving 

but couldn't tell when it started— 

          only that it was natural 

          a buzz of wings, the slough 

          of snake against rock— 

you stripped me 

to my softest layer, laid 

fingers on my pulse 

in prayer. I shook 

          restless rhythms, chapped 

          against your face and sang 

          like the bell I am 

          for every note, 

          whistling air. 


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