i wanted to know the moon
every crater, every imperfection, every mark
so hollow and white
yet filled with days of experience
i became envious one night
of her need to be so far away but
see everything, still.
how she could never get bored, exist
only as a symbol and as a light source
and be

nothing
more.

california sea, late august
salt in my eyes,
the statue stood
as a mirage of you and
me, once so grounded and strong
now only the
waves can break it away

A glimmer of silver cuts across the metal car bonnet, glowing up my face with the wet artificial lights outside. My body taped to the seat, the reflective world outside orbits us as we drive in silence. I want to utter something out maybe to make sense of what is occurring in my reality but I don’t, instead I wait. A hum of sound buzzes from the car machine, filling up the space that isn’t already full with the feeling of anticipation and newness.  

You are a lover of the night
you see what the day is too shy to reveal.