My Moon
My moon blessing Sara and me, naked, at night as we splash into Lake Washington from the Century speedboat. My moon emerging from behind back-lit clouds full and eternal and triggering my resentment over ever having been born and knowing at 16 with finality that I would die. My moon rising over the sweat lodge where slender Zephyr taught us the moon song:
"Neesah Neesah Neesah."

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