Moonscalding

Moonscalding

When you stare at the moon

Through a screen door long enough,

Everything fades into stars and the seaside;

You’re watching bats,

Hair reflecting the moonlight,

A spilt milk mess of cosmos, crabclaws,

Paper dolls and prose;

Your eyelashes catch your sweat–

No tears present– just water

And the warmth you did not used to

Need on those stolid nights;

Ozone eaves settle, woven above you,

While spiders crawl towards nightlights,

Dreams in tow…

You are so afraid of being forgotten,

In that silver light you hoped,

With all of your heart,

Would preserve you like seafoam,

Seatbelts, and the note you left on

The table saying, “I’m sorry for everything.”