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When the Moon is Full it Begins to Wane
Poems by Meagan Maguire
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Table of Contents:
A Circle Is A Sacred Thing
Like Orange Flesh in Your Teeth
Damask
An Anti-Haiku
The Hornet, The Inevitable Sting
Wheat
Carnivore
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A Circle is A Sacred Thing
A circle is a sacred thing.
We are circles you and I,
turning and turning in the widening gyre,
turning in opposite directions,
reaching, feeling for the end of the world.
We are sacred together, yes, we are.
We are sacred like the new moon, the full moon,
The bastard child laid out on a cliff to die.
They call that kind of death death by exposure.
To be exposed is to die,
So I die with you,
not wretched or screaming, but quiet, content.
happy to be perceived and kind-heartedly mocked.
You tell me an eclipse is a symbol of atonement,
so good, let it be dark.Let us commit more sins we can atone for.
I am wrapped in your bed, silent,
tracing new circles on your skin.
Circles that turn and turn in the widening gyre.
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Like Orange Flesh Caught in Your Teeth
I can't wait for you to become famous.
Then I'll sell your love letters.I'll retire to Florida. Lick the innards of oranges.
I'll buy them with coins forged from your love.
Your love isn't good for anything but buying oranges.
That's ok, Vitamin C is essential.
That's ok, just become famous.
Just draw more penciled-in hearts on the margins of letters.
Just sit on my stoop too drunk to fuck.
Orange peels are acceptable children
to leave on my doorstep.
I don't need real ones.
That's okay.
It has always been ok.
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Damask
Damask is the color of my eyes
That flash too quickly,
These wicked traffic lights.
I am the slick, slick golden cobra
Kipling warned you about.
I have little patience. So come,
Come cut your stiff wings
On the sharp lines of my mouth,
My vicious teeth.
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We live half-caged, you and I,
In this villa by the Phosphorous Sea
That glows and explodes at will.
My sharp fingernails shine at dinnertime
When I pry apart mouse meat and slither itDown my throat, bleeding and biting.
You, on the other end
Of the satin-finished puce table nibble at
Chicken livers. Your greasy fingers shake.
Why do you stay here Oiseau?
An artistic type of suicide?
Perhaps you love the furniture too much to go.
Damask is the color of my eyes
That flash too quickly.
When you talk too much sense.
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An Anti-Haiku
Today it is fall.
And I wear a jacket from the plastic factory
whose toxins killed
The woman I loved.
And as I walk I crush
A thousand dying leaves.
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The Hornet, The Inevitable Sting
A Hornet flew in my window today.
I told it I love you.
Begged it to sting me.
Its name was Lover.
With a knife,
I scraped the inside of a pomegranate.
Sucked the juice from the seeds.
Once on the radio I heard no apples existedin the Garden of Eden. Only pomegranates.
The Hornet buzzed, setting its tiny thorax
on my hair, hand. The nape of my neck.
Every touch was a lesson:
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Don't love when you can hunt.
Don't look through glass when you can break it.
Don't kiss when you can stay alone.
Don't sit when you can sting.
Its barb pierced the back of my neck.A bit of poison entered me.
As the hornet flew off I told it
(softly this time)
I love you.
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Wheat
I only eat Wheat.
noodles, breads, cookies, etc.
Nothing else is necessary.
I am like the fields of Kansas:
made of wheat, alone, predictable.
I drink beer because beer is Wheat.
My lover is poisoned by my substance.
He has Celiac disease, must be gluten-free.
My kiss makes him break out in hives.
I am like the fields of Kansas:traversing the landscape alone,
waving though no one is there.
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Carnivore
I have found I care less and less about animals.
Especially carnivores.
In my mind all carnivores smell like blood, death, and rotting.
My father ate mainly pork and steak
for the last five years of his life.
He smelled like death and then he died.
Death is at the center of my nightmares,
but then death is at the center of everything:
dark, immutable. Touching further,
deeper than light.
I find I care less and less about animals.
Especially humans.
Humans who are the ultimate carnivores.
Who consume flora and fauna,
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land, earth, sea, and ultimately
Each other.
Humans are made of ashes and dust,
Ashes to ashes, Dust to dust,
I am human.
I have found I care less and less about myself.
At night I sleep in a puddle of mercury.
Silvery and poisonous it wraps around my head.
I`m making amends with the unspeaking presence
he left behind in my own way.
In my quiet way,
In my staring at the wall, forgetting to answer the phone way.
On Memorial Day I didn't visit his grave.
I have found I care less and less about grief.
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About:
When the Moon is Full it Begins to Wane is a collection of poetry by Meagan Maguire.
Meagan Maguire is 21 and lives in Portland, ME. Her work has previously been featured in The
Eunoia Reviewand The Golden Sparrow Literary Review. She has upcoming credits in Words &
Imagesand Marco Polo.
When the Moon is Full it Beings to Wane is named after a Japanese proverb. Most of the poems in it
were written in mid to late 2012, which was a time of great transition in my life. They represent a new
direction I'm starting to take creatively.
Thank you to everyone who ecouraged me to keep writing, to everyone out there working on creative
endeavours, and to everyone taking time to read this now.