The Moon in Heat

Photo by Katy Brown, Davis

TWO DRUNK BEAUTIES
—Mira

The moon was perched like a golden hawk on
the mango tree.

I knew the moon was like me—in heat,
crazed and hunting.

So I climbed up there with that wild old gal—
thinking:

Two drunk beauties like us
will surely snag
Krishna

with our
eyes.

________________

—Medusa