Dearest Man-in-the-Moon

Dearest man-in-the-moon,

ever since our lunch of cheese

& moonjuice

on the far side of the sun,

I have walked the craters of New York,

a trail of slime

ribboning between my legs,

a phosphorescent banner

which is tied to you,

a beam of moonlight

focused on your navel,

a silver chain

from which my body dangles,

& my whole torso chiming

like sleigh bells in a Russian novel.



Dearest man-on-the-moon,

I used to fear moonlight

thinking her my mother.

I used to dread nights

when the moon was full.

I used to scream

'Pull down the shade!'

because the moonface leered at me,

because I felt her mocking,

because my fear lived in me

like rats in a wheel of cheese.



You have eaten out my fear.

You have licked

the creamy inside of the moon.

You have kissed

the final crescent of my heart

& made it full.