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The moon you do not need a telescope to see the craters of

Bleeding for the Moon on its fractured Edges
by Dreamer

Let me cut myself
on your fractured edges.

I am okay with bleeding for my moon.

(Ahhh, such a metaphor it makes the poetic community wet. Fuck. I’m just saying I’d do anything to keep you safe (and quite a lot to keep you happy). If we were in prison, maybe an abandoned one that we snuck into to take pictures and monkey in, and we become stuck in a jail cell, I’d let you eat me. That’s how I know I love you. I’d let you eat me.)

previously published in Fuck Art, Let’s Dance

Filed under: Fuck Art, Let's Dance

About the Author

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Oi ! I’m Jeremiah Walton. For the past ~3 years I’ve been bopping around the U.S. between hitchhiking + rubber tramping, running traveling bookstore Books & Shovels + indie publisher Nostrovia! Press. My focus is in-person distribution at open mics + features + busking. Word of mouth is a fulfilling & feels to be a more intimate promotional process. I’ve featured at the NYC Poetry Festival + San Francisco Lit Crawl + Snoetry Cleveland + Beast Crawl Oakland + This Lil Lit Fest + street corners across the country. There’s a handful of my books floating around the country, but most recently is “From Here Til Utopia” (Ghost City Press). Raccoons + coyotes are my companions. Hope you dig the poems, much love, thank you❤


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