poetry SIXTY MOONS OF SATURN by Sam Thomas She was very, very sick and he worried she would be sick for a long time. She asked him to handcuff her to a drainpipe. She said, I am in trouble, I have been pushed to the ground. And when they made love it felt like having dinner with homeless people. He watched her watch herself disappearing. She had been made especially for him. He looked at old pictures of her and wondered how did that child come to be like this. One night he went for a long walk alone. Holy shit, he thought when he noticed her delicate colors in the sky.
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