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