Full Cold Moon

Photograph by Brian Lada

Miraculous, bright mandible

in silence, in smirk, in yowl, careening

after the sun's fading fire-stem,

incapturable.

This is how it says farewell.

Toothless, so not to hiss.

Tongueless, so not to choose,

it simply takes a step closer,

as if bending, taking our pale, bright hands. It wants us to touch its cold, bright face.

It wants us to touch it.

It wants us to touch.

It wants us to.

It wants us. It wants.

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