October 16, 2006

Monster (Liking Trop)

The moon was like a
milky, pregnant belly
in the heavens, heavily
swollen, a ripe white
berry, ready to burst pearly
juice.

There was a human cry, and then,
the sound of clothes ripping, then
panting, panting, panting, then, a long, long
howl. Then,
silence.

We found them in the morning,
him,
no longer himself,
and her -
a ripe, blanched berry,
burst.




Summer 2006.