possibility

went dancing in the yard, took counsel from the stars

filled my cup with night, took sips

to keep me soft around the edges.

the oldest magic in the world is hidden in my belly,

ripening again like the moon.

one more month the fruit drops to the ground, i take no bite.

but soon.

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