Moon Shit
The moon like a cut of beef
All violet and indigo on the ascending sky
Fluid petals
All real
On the chin
Of a new body
Julia Laxer writes across genre, reveres the ocean, and uses writing, performance art, and spiritual practice to explore archetype and ritual. She won the Orlando Prize from A Room of Her Own in 2014 and is featured in journals and anthologies including Luna Luna Magazine, The Los Angeles Review, So-to-Speak, Zócalo Public Square, and Yes, Poetry. You may reach her on Twitter @JuliaLaxer.
