Giving the baby a bath in the sink. The odor of Ivory Soap, moonbeaming baby in the sink, water droplets shifting in the air. She opened her mouth and let the moon pour down her throat until she was full, until she illuminated herself.
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Picking melons by moonlight, it seemed like a good idea at the time. Green fruit glowing among moon-blackened leaves; they call them honeydew.
Giving the baby a bath in the sink. The odor of Ivory Soap, moonbeaming baby in the sink, water droplets shifting in the air. She opened her mouth and let the moon pour down her throat until she was full, until she illuminated herself.
Bobby Warner
9/11/2017 06:33:30 pm
Wonderful, poetic imagery! Comments are closed.
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