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One, Moon

by Ellery Pridgen

We light

              one cigarette on the lawn, drink

Fireball- from a

              dented flask, and careless 

With one apostrophe- one

              note- accidental words-

But now- we are

              none.  

              One-

Cigarette:repeats-ebbs-and starts over- a continuous thread

glinting-ghosting-careful-eyes

the moon-swoon-slow-breath

Ember that stains-bleeds-ruins

              as is best. 

Hot cinnamon-pine-tree smell

              One

more before we are

              dragged back-    alone. 

You      

              words that make no sense-

              Spaces I don’t inhabit-

              oak-stone-vetiver-silk.

But I 

              just want this cigarette.

              One and only new

Moon - I roll down

              The backs of the hills-

              Touching shoulders-

              Sharing one 

              Last 

              Cigarette. 

                                          Before I     go.

About the Author

Ellery Pridgen is an 18 year old student living in Seattle, WA. Her poetry has been featured in Unstamatic Magazine, and previously in Prometheus Dreaming. She currently works part time at a thrift store, and dreams of becoming a writer full-time.