an ode to the moon and her galaxies - a poetry collection

This is the Letter I Would Write to You

I would name it Grandmother

because I cannot think of a bible

verse appropriate for this although

you could perfectly.

I would say that today

I saw a Volkswagen beetle

but it was missing its eyelashes

so it wasn't enough like yours.

Today Sophia can speak Mandarin

and prays to God every night,

spinning words too short to remember

the way your chapstick smells or your chlorophyll

gum or your screaming voicemails like I do.

What does a person like you love?

Is it the handgun, is it the peeling

church pews weathering like a sacrament

that prays i'm going to kill myself

I am not angry. I am not cleansed yet nor crying.

You are simply a shape.

An absence.

How is it that you loved me?

You could find mold in Mama's

kryptonite eyes, could birth restlessness

unto a child that could barely spell it.

I'm sorry I couldn't save you from yourself.

I might never stop writing.