Mişaron by Maria Taylor

Mişaron On jasmine nights we share a veranda, you’re camouflaged in silence, a presence easy to miss and that suits you. Moon lizard, your life quietly plaited with ours. A milky body pearled with tubercles of sandy brown, an unofficial pet kennelled on an outside wall. Baby cousin of the dragon, no one sane would ever hurt you. High up and out of sight, sticky digits bedded into walls. You do us…