12th house moon: in earshot or not

By Dorothy Lune​

​I am disturbed by the knowing of not knowing that language
inside myself— / I aim to pick the wavelengths like ears &
rattle them, dance with them / a mountainous endeavor
leaning toward me to tease / I'm disturbed by watching the
wavelengths crest, not needing my body / I aim to pick them
up like artifacts / in each national museum of the United
kingdom / hiding behind security guards like traumatized
children / I ever so wonder what guards I have / what time
they have, what guards they have / what brevity that
mountainous bluebird has— / in all it's green glory, posing / I
have a camera out like an ear, looking through the stitches of
my pocket— / I'm going to shoot & kill you / that is the idea, I
will write & painting you / back home.

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Dorothy Lune is a Yorta Yorta poet, born in Australia. Her work has appeared in Pinhole Poetry & more. She is compiling a manuscript entitled Lady Bug & can be found online @dorothylune.