By Jewel Kilcher from 'A Night Without Armor'
Date: 18 February 2001
Lemonade
Moths beat themselves
upon the screen door
of some other afternoon
A red dress burns in my mind
Outside the hound is turning
a lantern over that had
been left out in the rain
I long for a hot day
when moist palms reach
for my warmth and pull
me down to some humid
and reckless depth
Night spilling over me
its velvet stain
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