Poetry: “Leaves in the Moon,” by C.L. O’Dell

Light unfolds itself in the dark of your veins, in the deserted cold of midnight when my eyelids jig for fish, where skin separates the fragile seasons. I am asleep, curled-up with the spiders and a strange scent of mold. You’re a wet leaf hanging in the thin belly of the moon; I reach for … Continue reading Poetry: “Leaves in the Moon,” by C.L. O’Dell

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