loosely “things the moon remembers”(august 14, 21)
1 min readAug 16, 2021
bathed in moonlight,
(or what i’ll romantically call moonlight when it is in fact the street lamps in my neighborhood, spilling incandescence onto the asphalt),
i can look up at the sky
with none of the fear i hold during the day
and set my sights in her astral form
(the moon’s, that is).i hope she knows my face,
can see the uneven slope of my cheeks and still find me charming.
i wonder if, how, she can look past my blunders and still find the grace to watch after me.with none of the fear i hold during the day,
i look up,
and my chest tightens like we’ve locked eyes.
why me? when there are so many others who could rock her like ocean waves.i feel a pull in my stomach
and it’s enough to make me look away,
down at my shoes, lit from above.
