As the stars slide down my back like oysters
I think of your butter-soft mouth, like some strange fruit,
pressing scalloped edges to my throat
like the birds that take the poison from a snakebite.

Heather Dooley
HEATHER K. DOOLEY of Summersville, West Virginia, graduated from Marshall University in May, 2003, with a B.A. in Communication Studies. She writes mostly short stories. This is her first published poem.
The Adirondack Review