Best Daily Quotes in This Year
Moonlight slept quiet beneath the grandstand, like flower petals, like highway snowstorms, like
each thought not of November or battlefields. My moping climbed the Pegasus inside my chest which sped me to you in this last century of petrol, with my socialism wanting. I dropped an ocean in the penny. It was November.
It was lost. My wish slept beneath the Pegasus, quiet as a petrol station or the monotony of socialism, as if each lesson was not separate from the thought, but from the ballot box. Like a snow globe of wanting. Like wanting thoughts not to be octaves. Not free of the ocean, but of the battlefield. Like a grandstand sleeping in moonlight, its flower petal confetti, its metal steps like ballot boxes, sleeping empty now beneath a dropped ceiling of balloons.
Poetry by Messer
Sarah Messer is the author of Bandit Letter (New Issues, 2001). She lives in North Carolina.
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