I am pushing wobbling bodies back into orbit
I am thinking of the shop girl in Shop Girl
But I am thinking of you—Lucy! Diane! Elaine!
& how you spend every evening all evening
In zero gravity boots suspended from yr heels
& how putting up with this lame version of emotionally
Unavailable sitcom guy that I’ve become you blossom!
Last night I stood in
The dark yard & felt corny like I was being watched
It seemed the moon was a stupid TV pizza face—me!
Eating itself from the inside out—disappearing
Little by little into the ghost of its own cheesy edges
& then I was thinking how wonderful light is
How it bounces off us giving us the visible world