Founded in the fall of 1991, Laurel Moon is Brandeis' oldest, national literary publication. Each issue we publish features original work from undergraduate students.
How nice to see that the end can be pretty,
that the banks of the river hear her and gasp back,
nuzzling against her clavicle as innocence
glides from her sighing lips like mist.
How nice to see feeling too much
as an extravagance swathing her
like sweet-smelling bathwater,
a privilege to succumb to after loving
for no reason, like good girls do.
How lucky to be beautiful
even in anguish.
Mine involves a lot more snot.
How his brush ripples:
I will draw breath only
as he fusses over the curl of my fingers
where they float listless in the crystalline stream.
I will be approachable and empty,
each angle revealing another genre
of myself he finds just as lovely.
I will be sentimental and semifluid
and wonder if someday, he too
will have to drape himself in pain in order to know love.