1146 BEDOUIN
Peter Layton (Lakewood, CA)

the moon spun backwards
the last of night giving up all its hurting to
be shattered shotgun like to the
ugly brass glare of day
I stand outside your house
everything is different
on these hard sides of the walls
you have given me the new news
a new man is in your place
and I’m not a new man any the hell more