the moon rises each night; aware &
it watches as i move in slow rhythms
to the sound of the night.
i lay on the earth, as flat as i can -
digging my fingers into the earth.
my spine is straight & my
teeth, are crooked, out of place.
the moon lingers; debating, wondering
if i am like it:
sullen with a fair complexion & eyes
that turn from green to blue.
i have frizzy hair & mismatched shoes.
i am the moon but when i rise,
i rise quiet & unaware.