day 2: moon poem

30/30

Moon Poem

Which moon have I landed

on? One pulled out of the Earth like

the stray teeth I keep in a jar.

 

I am not brave enough

to look at my bones, and neither are you.

Instead I pretend they are pocked and greying

 

like the moon,

like this tooth

 

which is in the middle of your palm now,

and is still warm from the minutes

I held it.

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