"the great moon hoax" by Cameron Gorman

the great moon hoax

it was not the last time I would sleep.
my body was made in fluid,
suspended in red light.

first my fingers,
then my toenails. first my arms,
and then my eyes.

before the lids they were useful
and black as beads.
I did not need to close them.

slowly the fate-dial turned,
decided to cleave me.
think of how it spun all wrong.

my cells grew apart
in a flurry of passion. no numbers
exist in the animal body.

the chimera moved
on the flip of a coin.
quietly poured into me.

the first snap of the heart
and the tiny face stirred,
shifting its thin lips,

opening the shallow mouth.
contorting silently
in an impression of grief.

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