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I worship a dead gay teenager and you can too

POEM: Moon over Snow

Last night after the blizzard
the skies cleared
in silence, while everyone slept.
When I woke at three, called
by my body’s need, I stopped
in a pool of white light
cast through my kitchen window.
The full moon beamed
over the fallen snow
sharp and bright, its light
keen and hard.
This is no weather
for dancing in the moonlight
so I send my soul
instead of my body
to dance in the moon’s valleys
and salute its ruling powers
in dream.


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