What the Moon Says at Sunrise
I’m going away now
but that does not mean
I don’t love you.
In fact, I’m quite fond
of your parted lips.
Let me seal them
with mine before I
disappear. Open them
only to eat or to speak.
Give me until sunset
when I will return
to break your promise.
(First appeared in The Southern Review: 51.2)
Stopping
Not starting. A certain
level of discomfort should
be expected. What difference
does this triptych
display? The unblinking
phantom disregards
your command as we
all suspected. You
think you can cut me
out of your life but
our aperture never
closed. You can
bandy about in your
underpants all you want
but I know where you sit
and I know where we stand