M.T.C. Cronin Trick-Moth    for Tatjana Lukic The sky is blind. All that light! It could attract a baby off its nipple where it nuzzles blindly. Sometimes,                     cherries are flowers. And the moth! Sometimes the moth is a night, thank God, for everything. A nebula that smears under your finger, silver and starred, like the necklace between her breasts.

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