Not An Alternative
I remembered
watching my shadow
running after a star
(me dressed in my skin)
that he
promised me a full moon
when dogs howl at her
he told me to lie down
on the red flowers
and to let him put her
the moon in my hair
and make love until morning
big alien bugs came down from this
moon
and bit me up until bloody
and this blood inundated
the land
after transformed into dust
my blood
a nice matrix for
an alternative
he wanted me sometimes
& sometimes killed me
with
forgetfulness
I am not an alternative
and take your moon back from my hair!
It is not fashion.
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