[moon witch]:
i am living your yesterday.
when tomorrow comes, will you still stay?
you were shouting my sobriquet
before you went and broke away.

i saw you
as you transformed;
it looked as though
you'd been reborn.
the sky grew light
as they rang the alarm.
i watched them
scatter back
to their yards.

i wasn't in the water, i had stayed up all night,
i wasn't swimming, the space changed, i was lonely i was light.
a place i cannot reach: i wonder if i wonder if
if everyone is someone then is someone my befit?
i became a local and so hated my location
but i grew to love your use of words and frightening punctuation.
i could visualize a change in the (maybe) future
but seeing it so clear didn't make it happen sooner.

i don't remember: what is ache?
is it just an awareness of how we break?
i looked up at the sun and felt out of sync
seeing no deity with whom i could link.

but i heard story
of some mythology
that made me believe
beyond what's in front of me.

i still can't commit
beyond the innominate
yet when we were moonlit
i felt i finally fit.

i was slack in my body as the morning came.
i tried to exist less, but existed all the same.
not a prayer nor a poem nor a verse to be sung
that would make you see just how far i have come undone.
i wanted our bodies to have some symmetry
but i can't shake the feeling we were designed differently.
perhaps i just need an explanation
for what it is in how we speak that bars communication.

do you regret your choice?
is that why now your voice
says, "see, what i destroyed
is now what i rejoice"?

well, i am sorry
there is no guarantee
the sun brings any clarity
to our sense of identity.