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“Interrupted Sonnet” & “Moon Song” by Michael Buebe



Interrupted Sonnet


you are cricket calling

flashlight / lamp / against the

damp grass — night air / dark eye

balling into the hands of trees

silhouette / you play with

your hair / on the phone

interrupt each other / the love of a cherry pit / seed dark

the sink is filling the tub filling

the pet-insults / we call each other

& still into the arms

you drop your body, then several books & then

ask for love — like a bird or a dog


in a circle you are made of the things you love — are doused — the mashing

of your affections — like wine makers they squish underfoot / are bottled / then poured



moon song

moon lifts us up


married outright

orphan at night


licks the strings

imitates love making


fakes orgasms for pitch

tortures the tips of the fingers


sheds skin / condom skin


Uranus shifts its orbit

shelters its pulp / face /

Uranus always mending

in pleading / wounds / with


old time folk music

banjo / fiddle / intermingling in air


& Phoebe Sings

“you’re holding me like water

in your hands”




Michael Buebe (he/him) is a poet from Galesburg Illinois. Author of "little spider cage (erotic velvet)" a microchapbook from Ghost City Press (summer 2022). He has work out & forthcoming in: Common Ground Review's Annual Poem Contest (honorable mention 2021), TIMBER, Lover's Eye Press, Drunk Monkeys, Jenny, Masque & Spectacle, and Prometheus Dreaming. You may find him on Twitter @MichaelBuebe.

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