Love your moons
Care for them like daughters
If you have none
Care for them like sons
If you have neither
You’re the lucky one
Because the moon
was meant for you
Moons to blink under in new agonies of spring
Moons to sing under in gold gleaming fall
Moons to go home to on fragile white light nights
Moons to fill with amber liquid and somersault down silent city corridors
I never loved my moons
My moons I denied
Starved to mere slivers
Choked with sleep
I never broke for fence lines
in the dead of night
I never clawed from earth to stand in the doorway of hereafter
and call out my birthright
Moons call
When my moons called I turned over and nevermind
When my moons called I ate up the light between my shutters and mummified
And now all the pale heads come rolling from yesterday, to smother me
Love your moons
