Archives :: Donna Kuhn

across birds

Appeared in the Fall 2004 issue.

israel sticks to his skin
he's got tablecloth hands

kaleidoscope thirsty moon hairspray
moon of mermaids, i have to go

laundromat teeth; she's skillet mad
i have my skin, mean mouthwash

she gets miffed; i say moon
of thirsty moon

i want u to quit mean moon
across birds

dont even want hairspray
city hands

someone who quits birds
across skin

i wake up moon of thirsty
playground

i think this moon is where
he lives

i wonder if i can find him
across birds

View bio information and additional poems published in Half Drunk Muse on the author's main archive page.