Birds There is No Moon

Birds there is no moon

No stars there is no room

There is no room

I wouldn’t want to lay with you in

There is no pink and patterned room

Long crash there is no picture

There is no picture of me

There might be only us

There might be a room

There might be only us

Moon there might not be a sun

There might be only us

In a room

My love and I

But that is fine

What eyes are left for me

Anyway what other eyes are left for me

 

 

Dorothea Lasky is the author of three full-length collections of poetry: Thunderbird (Wave Books, 2012), Black Life (Wave Books, 2010), and AWE (Wave Books, 2007).  Her poems have appeared in American Poetry Review, , Columbia Poetry Review, The New Yorker, Tin House, The Paris Review, and elsewhere.

 

Issue #13 July 2012
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