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Faye Wei Wei | The Moon Balloon of New York City
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little heart feelers
mushrooms blooming at night
rhubarb in clay pots
they're salty this year
because of the moonlight
You lay in the grass and you felt the sun
Your voice sings half remembered lullabies,
The moon in the sea bed sleeping
Your heart blushed
& Jupiter longs to scratch your back,
To heaven circle around your waist
The fluidity of a mark,
a leaning into the surface, the pain
Of roughing up the skin of your palms on the jagged edges of the cave walls
a love painting to the sea
the unfurling of a flower
Revealing the dewy tears
the nights bountiful rain
(it rained in my dreams last night this morning the streets are dry)
the moon balloon of new york city
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Faye Wei Wei: The Moon Balloon of New York City
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