By Jessica Claire Bennish
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I like the taste of night.
The way it bites all sharp.
Air teasing.
just so,
Go to the desert, sit shivah for the stars.
Like a wake. You know.
Pretend to swallow the moon,
maybe you will become pregnant
and shoot moonbeams from
somewhere.
Who am I to say.
-you sit shivah for the stars a thousand times over and remember their lives even though you were not there to see them, because they are dead a thousand times over yet still shine bright.-
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