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Moonlight - Aaron Smith

American , b. 1964 -

maybe i should have wanted less. maybe i should have ignored the bowl in me burning to be filled. maybe i should have wanted less.

I've been meaning to tell you how the sky is pink here sometimes like the roof of a mouth that's about to chomp down on the crooked steel teeth of the city,

I remember the desperate things we did and that I stumble down sidewalks listening to the buzz of street lamps at dusk and the crush of leaves on the pavement,

Without you here I'm viciously lonely

and I can't remember the last time I felt holy, the last time I offered myself as sanctuary

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I watched two men press hard into each other, their bodies caught in the club’s bass drum swell, and I couldn’t remember when I knew I’d never be beautiful, but it must have been quick and subtle, the way the holy ghost can pass in and out of a room. I want so desperately to be finished with desire, the rushing wind, the still small voice.

Aaron Smith, from “Boston”