My mother curses the moon
The small animal curls away into silence
Gauzy-faced and jaded
She moves in craters
Hollows into hag stones
A storm brews in the ceiling
Dusky sky bled into the soil that night
My skin bloomed lunar pink
And fragile as a neck
I have cold hands &
My rolling stomach snarls and bites
We shared a sandwich over the sea
My mother curses the moon
Puckered and hiding from her grief
Gloating in Scorpio
Her face waxes and wanes
My bones are just tall enough
To wrap three times around her
New fog cloaks the garden
Baleen lungs
Cannot uproot the cigarette smoke
Her eyes are saltwater
Staggering through waves
Body of fading silver crescent
My brother is still four and bright like the sun
Now angry and melting alone
Throat won't survive the heat
This ball of fury throws itself around the living room
The ocean puffs its chest and roars
Seams full and threads meniscus
It's all over the floor
Mycelium creeps through cracks
He trembles: a lake in my ribcage
I swelter and shiver in the same breath
Tide drags down my spine
How can the end of the world be so calm
We are two mariners
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In this belly of a whale
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