Friday, September 24, 2010

Our Lady of Ransom

in my dreams,

all the snails

on the sidewalk

unrolled themselves

into beams of light.

my heart moved

with the grace of

a school of little pink fish.

my lungs gasped for air

as if from the bottom

of a well.

the night was so thick

I couldn’t catch my breath.

it seeped around the moon

like crude oil, like a mistake.

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