I passed by a wreck,
the girl in the moon,
her skin painted gentle
in hopeful maroon
Each day she went walking
from dawn until noon
half-eyed she returned
in grimy monsoon
she couldn’t see me,
I watched her away,
her shallow, soft footsteps
were slower each day
They said she was gusty
in a foresty way
her heart became softer
amid all that decay
One night after dark
she spilled in past two
bees in her eyes
and fingertips blue
Her shoelaces soggy
she couldn’t undo
the knots she had tied
when she tried to get through
sweatpants pulled high
her arms in her hair
she slept in a crate
labeled Handle with Care
lucid and laughing
she coughed up a swear
the whole world was ending
but she wasn’t there
PLUTO BLOOMING 