From: "Kathleen J. Kramer" <kk3z+@andrew.cmu.edu>
Newsgroups: alt.fan.dirty-whores
Subject: honeymooned (poem)
Date: Wed,  1 Mar 1995 21:05:04 -0500
Organization: Sponsored account, H&SS Dean's Office, Carnegie Mellon, Pittsburgh, PA
Message-ID: <cjJGTEm00WBK07NyZg@andrew.cmu.edu>

Honeymooned			
	
Too drunk for eight o'clock, I walk home.  
The sidewalk's as deep as my knees:  
the wet cement of a dream I pour 
each night, threatening to harden
around me like regret.  

Home again, I turn on TV, change 
into pajamas, eat.  I spell
"the man in the moon" 
with Alpha-Bits cereal,
hold the bowl's soft curve
to dry, white lips and drink every letter.

Rising, he consumes 
what would be my last horizon.   
He's not just the man in the moon, 
not a tired metaphor, 
he is the entire night.

Chubby yellow stars wearing sunglasses 
giggle and wave as we ride by on a comet.  
He bathes me in the little dipper, 
dries me with his sonic breath, 
makes love to me with the force 
of impatient dreams wasted on stars.   

The night before we marry, 
he tucks me into the 
slow curve of a quarter moon.  
I hold onto that sliver of light,
shivering with want.  

I spend the night practicing 
my independence by repeating 
*you can't talk to me that way* 

as if I could ever defend myself
against the only sliver of light 
in my universe.  Whatever he asks

*I do.*






copyright 1994 kathy jo kramer