Lunar Maria

I orbit you like some pale moon

covered with craters.

 

Trying to shake this

gravitational pull,

 

but I’m attached at

the navel, strange umbilical

 

Your voice echoes across

my surface like

the shadow of a sun.

 

Abandoned satellite

turning on its axis,

synchronous rotation.

 

Just one of many

celestial bodies

you have forgotten.

 

 

 

Poem from ‘How Do the Parakeets Stay Green?’

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