Jennifer Met

LIKE A VIRGIN
 

you say it’s OK
and drift asleep while I lie
awake beside you

these moments left alone
to thread-bare dark—uncoupled

in the street light’s glow
a golden aura—visible
saintly nimbus—

night flyers illuminate—
descend toward earth—I wonder

if the bugs exist
between round spotlights of gas
mixing—their churning

airborne like angels, ghosts and
other weightless things—undone


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