Moon

Moon


The moon is cut in two. Cats
feed on its other half
In the sanctity of a dark place
That they know of as home.

Take
this slice,
offer it to my lips:
We will make our peace with it.

I miss you now.
The moon ripens,
Fertile with the seed
of my loneliness.

I taste
the destitution
of my soul


7/16/02