"The full moon, on the gloss of the painted plaster, shone like a pale breast — lit, from within, through the scar… https://t.co/ni1MEXuMXL

"The full moon,
on the gloss of the painted plaster, shone
like a pale breast — lit, from within,
through the scar tissue’s rivulets,
as though it is all right to love
the idea of motherly sweetness in anything."

*shivers*. Sharon Olds, "Moonset," TQ#142 https://t.co/GkV9iR7Pf7 pic.twitter.com/Q2KFCrD6QB
— TriQuarterly (@TriQuarterlyMag) March 7, 2018