through mucous windows the night sky a deep velvet dress exposed to me a creamy-crescent breast the moon a pale pool of yellow that makes me squirm face-down sucking the wet reflection, squeezing a diary full of asterisks...
"Eros of Madness,"
Sketch: Vol. 39
, Article 13.
Available at: http://lib.dr.iastate.edu/sketch/vol39/iss1/13