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Poem Fragments for the Pink Moon

By Joe NastaPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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He said he’s too scared to drink alone And that there’s no line between fiction And fact. The light here’s too dim. A new record spins. The lines defining my body were never Inside of a poem, anyway. The lines Of the poem were never so bright.

We entered the hall of mirrors. Beautiful, the light and reflections. So many selves. Each direction became both a dead end and the way forward. I wanted to put my ear to his chest, but only there between mirrors. I wanted to watch myself kissing a man. The attendant looked in through the front, the clean glass facade of the funhouse. My soul.

*****A part of my moon ritual for 2021 Super Pink Moon was looking back on old poem fragments, not to edit or change them, but to recognize the value in them. It's powerful to be guided by the moon back in time, to recognize my growth but also to honor the person I was when I wrote these poems. Check out my profile for more Poem Fragments for the Pink Moon!*****

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About the Creator

Joe Nasta

Hi! I'm a queer multimodal artist writing love poems in Seattle, one half of the art and poetry collective Eat Yr Manhood, and head curator of Stone Pacific Zine. Work in The Rumpus, Occulum, Peach Mag, dream boy book club, and others. :P

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