The Moon and The Mind

Red monarch over her face, her
eyes closing like a statue, no pupils

carved…You’ll keep on rising until
the sun knows your body–
White

splatter across the moon, some fabric
unraveling from the craters years

from now. We made a pact to grasp
purple acrylics, smear petals

against our arms. Space cadet,
don’t be the one of us who falls

underneath the ground, night’s glow
is so high and full and ghosted alone…

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