Morgan Michaels Poems

I wouldn't blame you if you do!

And if I said
'We're not dead
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The cat jumps, a shadow falls from the wall
and pools on the floor
Not like the moon's but like itself, gibbous.
Into oscura, into what we fail to see
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The moon leant down, her fingers kindling
the lips of each little wave of the pool,
blue O, with watery fire, til it said 'oh' or 'Oh'.
Tight in the grip of its meniscus the water bound
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His birthday was the same as Shelly's.
He played John Field nocturnes on the piano.
Twice a year he supported public radio.
He knew everyone worth knowing in Philly.
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What boundaries ought modesty set upon
grief for so dear a soul, tell us, Muse,
whom the Father bids breathe through the
kithera fluent song.
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When you walked into the room
My heart hit the ceiling
You were the one for me, you,
There was no concealing.
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'The way I look at it' she said
unscrewing the cap and rolling
a longish pill from a small vial,
tan and smooth, with rounded edges-
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