Moon - April 11th

To the Moon

You shone brightly between Phelan

and the 14 freeway that one drive.

I turned off my head

lights for you to show me

the desert night, just a moment.

She hated that I did it

without warning, told me 

never again.

Did I ever switch them 

back on? I think I only need you,

but on the waning nights,

the roads are blind as I am

until you're new and I wonder

are there even roads back home?

So I'll just keep my lights off, waiting

for your waxing, waiting for you

to be an empty jar of fireflies;

maybe you can show me all the miles

in my rear view, all the road signs

I can choose to follow or decide, like her,

never again.

— — —

Moon

I thought I was the one,

the only one, that noticed the moon

when it was caught between palm trees.

Thought it looked like a bright punctuation

between two dark sentences, telling me I'm an idiot

for not noticing the pauses.

I really thought I was the only one

that wanted to tie knots

around bungee cords and palms,

slingshot to the moon.