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Honorable Mention Shoot the Moon (for Sappho) Lauriette (Laurie Byro) There is no cliff to jump off, no islands where women anoint themselves with oil We meet on the porch. A coven of women not ready for the leap. Maggie brings wine. Judy, still nursing offers us her breasts. We haven’t tasted mother’s milk in so long. The sunset streaks purple, The color of a wife’s stretch marks. Words begin to tumble over each other like rain. The moon grins, a tiny slice of what each of us had tried to shoot. A sliver, their greedy lives had taken. Peepers begin their song. Lisa’s voice breaks when she says “I believed him.” When I say the same, Maggie starts to brush my hair. Trees around us listen. We see toads scattering the moonlight. As each of us crushes a leathery body, we name them. Something so small still makes a sound when it dies. We turn up the music to drown out the dying toads. After we finish, we hold hands, we pray. |
