NIGHT SNACK
Tonight we plucked that apricot moon and ate it, not in a gulp, but with long laps of tongues, carving of teeth, squeezing nectar against palettes till it trickled down our open throats.
Thank you to the editors Linda Watanabe McFerrin and Laurie McAndish King for first publishing this in HOT FLASHES 2.
Elizabeth Oakley Weaver 
Hi Elizabeth,
It was our great pleasure to publish this poem, as well as several others of yours!
And we’d love to have you read with us next Monday (Feb 8) at the Ferry Plaza — what do you say?
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