there are certain things
that i only think about
late at night
while the moon
smirking down
looms
full and brilliant
encouraging me to consider
everything broken

there's an answer there somewhere
it promises

by morning
epiphanies fade
never held long enough
never followed through

squinting
against the sun's condescension
i'm reminded of the moon
and it's smirk
but this time
there is no trust