Martina Reisz Newberry Poems

Intimidated by the glass,
I reach to touch a near-full moon
suspended on a near-black string.
It strays across tonight as I
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Oddly
Beauty requests nothing of us.
It's the homely beast, the uncomely woman,
the ill-favored child—
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I have become distance,
dimming on a regular basis

in the eyes of family and friends.
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The moon has pulled at my hair once again.
I read and read over the stories the meteors
have to tell.
I listen very carefully to the songs
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These days, my throat swells with embarrassment,
with regret and apology for my age, my skin,
the spots on the back of one hand.
Who I am tastes like a consecution of silent houses.
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