Maryanne Hazen-Stearns: Poem
INDIGO MOON
I hold the moon in my mouth,
flick my jolting eyes
stare out over the crest
of your pounding head
pounding head
waiting for something
to come, for us.
Raw repetition waiting
for something in the Here
and Now. Perhaps waiting
in our very own flesh
and blood in Here.
Headboard smacking sheet rock.
It comes for us.
I torque damp sheets
beneath my heels
switchblade shoulders
four crescent each palm.
It comes for us
grunting
a purple triple phase;
swell surge swoon.
My teeth grind the moon squirts
blue
blood
down
my burning burning throat
slippery
indigo
oil.
Don't mention this.
Man in the moon.
Moon in my mouth.
Master the maiden of mercy.
Maryann Hazen-Stearns is the poetry editor of The Writer's Hood and has been published in hundreds of print and
electronic magazines. Her most recent poetry collection is The Limbo Stick. This is her first appearance in an Asterius
Press publication.
