week by week I fixed my wednesday eyes

softly on the pregnant moon

starlessly dancing, friendless in a nest-soft sky

feathered with prayers and breathing ancient wishes;

somewhere on the water

the moon breathed its thoughts below balconies

shivering softly

fond and intimate as shrimp on a skewer

forever moon, knowing me—

i watched the moon childishly

like it was an egg that cracked every month

and hatched its bird of darkness.

i watched it fly; moon drops accumulated in my heart

till it grew so hot and damp, i felt my shaking palms open

letting my bird of darkness free.

it would fly songlessly

through a lonely and desperate wednesday night.