{"id":145,"date":"2018-04-18T00:01:47","date_gmt":"2018-04-18T00:01:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/english.illinoisstate.edu\/euphemism\/13-2\/?page_id=145"},"modified":"2018-09-15T20:56:03","modified_gmt":"2018-09-15T20:56:03","slug":"la-lune","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/13-2\/la-lune\/","title":{"rendered":"la lune"},"content":{"rendered":"<h5><a href=\"https:\/\/www.instagram.com\/p\/BiM0HybHlvD\/?taken-by=euphemismisu\">Julia Dieter<\/a> <a style=\"font-size: small;\" href=\"https:\/\/www.instagram.com\/p\/BiM0HybHlvD\/?taken-by=euphemismisu\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">(Bio)<\/a><\/h5>\n<p>It seems the moon has fallen out of<br \/>\nThis sky,<br \/>\nBlack as crow feathers and twice as thick.<br \/>\nIt seems the earth is holding her breath, as if<br \/>\nShe could suspend on air the intentions of<br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: 15px;\">Her dreamless nights but<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 15px;\">I can feel her trembling I can<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 15px;\">Feel her fog creeping across and under my<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 15px;\">Bare feet but<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 15px;\">I trust I am not sinking.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>I till the ground I cannot see with anything<br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: 15px;\">Save for the nerves beneath sour skin<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 15px;\">All over bones I am hesitant to call my own and<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 15px;\">I am immersed in what I have unearthed as if<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 15px;\">I may blindly recognize some inkling of reason but<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 15px;\">My moon has abandoned me.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>I am shrouded in endless death I am<br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: 15px;\">An exercise on entertaining the fleeting thought that<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 15px;\">Crazy can coexist with silence and<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 15px;\">Beneath me she is still trembling<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Nervous and fully conscious and obsessed<br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: 15px;\">With her own mortality<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 15px;\">As I am but she does not know.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 15px;\">Certain of her own shortcomings she knows<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 15px;\">Soon<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 15px;\">She will shoot, barreling headfirst headlong heading out<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 15px;\">Of sight and she will drag us<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 15px;\">Unwilling, all of us,<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 15px;\">She will drag us to highways that stop our breath completely<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 15px;\">Sometimes<\/span><\/p>\n<p>I think I love so deeply I kill the blooming buds I hold so reverently<br \/>\nSqueezing essence into my dirty palms so<br \/>\nI may know beauty too<br \/>\nI kill every seed I bury with the fervor of the faith I place in<br \/>\nIts ability to heal the earth and my head along with her.<\/p>\n<p>I am on my knees in her now<br \/>\nDesperately running aching fingers over every piece of her I can get my hands on<br \/>\nShe doesn\u2019t mind.<br \/>\nShe told me so.<\/p>\n<p>I am in the clay now<br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: 15px;\">If I am covered<br \/>\n<\/span>Maybe<br \/>\nI can be remade<\/p>\n<p>I am letting her drink now<br \/>\nMy fingernails have fallen off<br \/>\nI am watering her with the fount erupting from<br \/>\nThe hands clasped against my chest<\/p>\n<p>I speak a prayer but it turns blue on my lips<br \/>\nUnheard<br \/>\nUnheeded<\/p>\n<p>There are no stars left<\/p>\n<p>I cannot move my hands but they move independently and they dig<br \/>\nEver deeper<br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: 15px;\">There are roots on my wrists now<br \/>\n<\/span>Putting pressure on wounds too jagged to heal<\/p>\n<p>In the pitch I can see night pour my mud over me<br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: 15px;\">I do not panic.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>I can see the moon now.<\/p>\n<p>I can see the moon.<br \/>\nshe is smiling at me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Julia Dieter (Bio) It seems the moon has fallen out of This sky, Black as crow feathers and twice as thick. 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