I Was Once Persephone
last week I tore a page out of your book.
tomorrow I will tape my own verse
to its ragged remnants.
the remnants of
your page I mean.
it will be about
a moon that spins slowly
and echoes our fugitive secrets.
that one poem I cannot make work.
oh Luna,
oh Hyperion,
oh Pluto
— demoted.
Published on the Laundry Line May 6th, 2025
