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18 | she/they | hypothetical astronaut | ekphrastic poet | haunted house

Message to Readers

wrote this with so much noise in my head, hope it turned out okay, much thanks to ms. moon


December 10, 2019



suddenly, haplessly, the moon went out for groceries in her 
silk sun dress and big white-rimmed glasses,
bought milk and sugar, flour, butter
she knows what she wants, of course, and falls asleep easily

oh, what it would mean to have someone rock me 
like the moon rocks her memories, rocks her mountains,
rivers never dried. she walks, silent, through greenhouses,
dripping condensation, dripping like peaches, like apricot,
stone stuck fast in her mouth like an egg: she is not barren, see!

we drive out late and she is watching from her street corner
plastic bags glowing from her hands, rippling like the surface of a lake
she watches us without malice, and you hold up a hand in greeting 
as the light turns green, like the night watch passing each other in the dark


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  • luluwrites111

    this is gorgeous! I especially love the first stanza. (that's what drew me in) Just...keep writing you're amazing

    12 months ago
  • Norah

    thank you thank you weirdo! it's totally an honor to be on your aspirational list!

    12 months ago
  • jaii

    blue was right; you are fancy poets pants.
    this is absolutely beautiful. your personification of the moon is unlike any other i’ve read and your descriptions are just amazing.
    just wanna let you know that you’re on my list of writers i aspire to be like in the future. keep writing, stay awesome

    12 months ago
  • BurningMidnightOil

    This is so, so beautiful. The personification and metaphors are so eloquently written and crafted. Each sentence has a purpose and creates another ripple in the pool of our thoughts. Well done as always! Keep up the excellent work:)

    12 months ago