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