Sanctum / Love Struck

Aimee Lowenstern

via Unstamatic


Here is where the moon dips its head

to drink from my window.

My whole body is a bird-bath for dreams.

They come to rest,

and I welcome them.

My heart is full of worms

for eating.


When I am dead, I will be beautiful

to the vultures, beautiful as a feast,

and any condor that can see me

will fall instantly in love—

Fall as if struck by Cupid’s arrow,

plummeting from the sky

to kiss me, to kiss my lips

right off the bone.

Aimee Lowenstern is a twenty-four year old poet living in Nevada. She has cerebral palsy and is fond of glitter. Her work can be found in several literary journals, including BreakBread Magazine and Little Patuxent Review. Find her on Twitter @everyepithet.

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