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K a t i e L o n g o f o n o
Moon Animals
when the sun rose we were moving
but couldn't tell when it started—
only that it was natural
a buzz of wings, the slough
of snake against rock—
you stripped me
to my softest layer, laid
fingers on my pulse
in prayer. I shook
restless rhythms, chapped
against your face and sang
like the bell I am
for every note,
whistling air.
guest editor: Sara Biggs Chaney
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