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A whimsical moon poem

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I dangle my legs
off the yellow glow
that burns the night.
I take a chunk of
moon and
grind it with a
pepper mill
into a thousand
glowing pieces,
and I take the sun
that I shredded into
angel hair pasta
this afternoon, and
eat a nice meal
while I watch the stars
on and
When I can’t stand
the heat of the pepper
or the pasta
or the moon,
I reach for night
and quickly drink it.
Feeling content,
I tumble…




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Aimée Gramblin

Aimée Gramblin

Memoirist-in-progress with the collective awakened and awakening consciousness. Love + Courage = Love Evolution. Creativity Fiend in training.

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