Stirring : A Literary Collection

Alison Daniel


Night after night the moon trembles
between his foreskin peeled back
from teeth so that all I see
is the translucent glow of stretched
skin. I imagine an apparition
of my unevil twin partaking in that act
you may remember the way my head
bobbed up and down, or the sudden
lengthening of my neck, maybe
the way the hallway light cast shadows
on the bedroom wall. There always
seemed to be too many arms
and legs, almost as if there were four
of us or more, and this makes me think
tonight, I know you're with her.

Location: Reading, England
Publications: Stirring V2:E10, V2:E11, etc.

Stirring : A Literary Collection

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