Stop Telling Us the Moon Belongs to the Earth

Possession–Can’t break
the ties, endless cycles.

On the nights when her eyes
are dark with deception he

doesn’t say goodbye, collects
blue beams falling to earth

instead. Stone at the core,
nothing to soften or warm but

take as a new disguise to float
through the city, veiled intentions

day after day. Who can maintain
as steadily? Too easy to chip

or bruise–sun, shadows, light
only revealing contours

of a skeleton constantly shining,
haunting us even as we sleep…


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