Postpartum I bathe an apparition falls like snow into my arms. I try to convince myself
that the moon drips magenta honey & it's running down my arms to save me. Everytime I wipe my tears I form into glass.
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Dorothy Lune
Dorothy Lune is a Yorta Yorta poet, born in Australia & a best of the net 2024 nominee. Her poems have appeared in Overland journal, Many Nice Donkeys & more. She can be found online @dorothylune, & has a substack at https://dorothylune.substack.com/
Australia
Selected work (9 publications)
Operation Betty BoopNo curfew. No handsome stranger.
No spotless woman— a serenic a winsome
is like a homicide: a street of poppies
& an auctioneer
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Once communalmirror
on the mantle, one leg bent & one relentless,
my eyes weren't ovals until they were. Breathing
window,
chilly curtain, my bed is in the dining area, I usually
sleep here, that table & chair are as relentless
as the sun & moon
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Heart planetarybetween / door & door frame / imagine his hands
like sleeping spiders touching my skirt / no it
was a maxi skirt— / anyways so he scurries /
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