June 25, 2007




If you are reading this


it is due to an error,


an oversight, or some otherwise


unprecedented act on the part


of the Management.

blame it on the Moon

Do not be alarmed if


you hear a voice you are not accustomed to,


or if mention is made of subjects

embarrassing nipples

out of your ordinary purview,

“those stubborn bloodstains”

or if unfamiliar territory is mapped


intricately and with candor.

that Moon, she brings—

Comfort yourself with the fact that

if not blood, then at least—

you will soon be returned


to your regularly scheduled programming,

“sorry, sorry, sorry”

with the requisite words from Our Sponsor.



Unless, of course, you prefer


To follow me away to the roof

hair curled to frame the face

to watch the white disk turn two-thirds

Lillian Gish on film, 1915

mottled sepia, then charcoal, then black,


then shyly bare her sharp white face entire.



—Amy Lemmon


previously published in Prairie Schooner

Posted by dwaber at June 25, 2007 11:44 AM