Fish in The Sky
Double-check the mirror
for my mother's eyes
(two bruised plums)
I'm still afraid
to go into the kitchen
(It's late and the shadows
move like cockroaches)
So I haven't served our
country or been to war
(but I've seen it, heard it
in my own home)
and yet
it took me twenty years
twenty years
(to notice the moonlight)
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