𝘞 𝘏 𝘌 𝘕 𝘙 𝘈 𝘐 𝘕 𝘍 𝘈 𝘓 𝘓 𝘚

9 short moth poems.

1.
me and the stars
are ready to dance.
together we float
against a sky with a moon
who hates how i twirl.
across the purples
and the blues,
me and the stars carry
each other—
me and the stars light as a feather,
me and the stars lit by the moon.
me and the stars,
we dance.

2.
we'll be fine
together,
the stars tell me as they tiptoe out of the sky,
making room for a lovely sun.
i stare at her, and it hurts.
you are not supposed to look at me,
she says,
because it hurts you.
i tell her i cannot look away.
she is so beautiful.

3.
the sunflowers worship her
and i think i'll do the same.
i tell them,
you are so powerful.
they tell me, yes we are.
i ask them, why do you worship the sun?
they tell me, she is the end of all things.
and what more, they say,
what more fitting being to look to
at the end of the world,
than to look to the one who crafted
it's beginnings.

4.
what do you have?
i ask the frog who is laying on a leaf,
laying on his back in a slow moving stream,
closing his eyes because the sun hurts them.
love,
the frog croaks, without
looking up
at me.
what are you doing?
i ask the frog who has love hidden above
his head,
watching in his mind as his love grows and grows,
and waiting to give it to someone.
i am resting my powerful mind,
the frog croaks, without
looking up
at me.
good,
i say.

5.
the love above his head says,
i will destroy you.
i watch as he lets it happen.

6.
we are so different,
i watch the sun tell the moon as she creeps into the room,
from just down the hall,
having finally woken up.
the sun smiles at the moon and she returns it, just as bright.
we are so different,
the sun repeats,
yet both cool as hell.

7.
these stars are beautiful,
i tell the rose bushes as i watch the
stars rehearse their
night dances,
twinkling and shining from
just above
my head.
they perform beautiful ballet dances together,
light as a feather,
lit by the moon.
mhmm, the rose bushes say,
just like you.

8.
in the brilliant moonlight,
i speak my apologies as prayer,
i am sorry there are no flowers to worship you,
i tell the moon.
she smiles,
i need not followers, but friends.
she says, and these stars that you dance with,
are all
my friends.
i tell her she has so many of them.
she says everyone has many friends
if they could just
look around
to see them.

9.
i am sleeping now.
do not talk.
do not say
a
word.

— 9 short moth poems.