Arsenic Lobster poetry journal Issue Twenty-eight
Spring 2012
night : trilogy
Michaela A. Gabriel


night is not a time, night is a place
where she goes to be without

the shark in shallow water
of blue-eyed baby dreams


sleep does not come when called
curtains merely turn the sun

into a peacock’s glossy blind eye
that follows her and knows


the crack of dawn sees her naked
in the slipstream of stark dreams

guided by the wisdom of her hands
the purple hood breaks open

About Michaela A. Gabriel

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