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.
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—Medusa