Deja Earley

Two Poems

Housewife for Halloween

At the school carnival,
I tow a plunger.
Its rubber bowl bouncing
off the asphalt.



The Unfortunate Marriage

Sun does Moon’s laundry each morning,
wrings night from his coat,
tucks him under her bright blanket.
All day he’ll sleep, she’ll burn.
At dusk, she’ll sink.
All night he’ll pluck the linty stars, fling them.

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