Goodnight, Moon

static turns the TV screen into a grey overcast of noise/& the
stars know this kind of swoon/ how the tension of a tongue don’t
mean much/to a black sky//when i hold his hand to my chest/
i think/ he believes — i am the sky// so i say: i am the sky &
everything around me is smoke stained // the subway train is
running right now/ a lover is returning home late but still // &
nobody will sleep in the lover’s house/until the key kisses the
lock hello/ & the silence of a refrigerator hum/ or a library
book turning beneath the glowing husk// this is how most
hearts sing a murmur// this is why my heart whispers run// &
the moon wishes someone would wait/ for her to return to the
apartment/ & the moon is gracious & giving & who will hold her
when she nods herself almost awake/ exhausted & dilapidated
across town/into a too small pre-war apartment/ & the moon
cannot remember when there was a warm palm to wipe away
her tired////////////// the way she wipes away the sun’s bruised
setting/ every night the way the moon give her shoulders to the
light last night, the moon hummed/ i’ve been running from the
freedom of my own blood/ i know lonely . . . i know . . . i know . . .
i know . . . / because because because because because because
because because because because because because because
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because because because because be////////////////////////////