#not eaa

the star/moon-coded dynamic

i'm absolutely going to get myself one of these vintage china dinnerware pieces, or even a whole place setting.

Sitting in darkness,

I see how the light of the city

fills the clouds, rosewater light

poured into the sky

like the single body we are. It is the sum

of a million lives, a man drinking beer

beneath a light bulb, a dancer spinning

in a fluorescent room, a girl reading a book

beneath a lamp.

Yet there are others—​astronomers,

thieves, lovers—​whose work is only done

in darkness. Sometimes

I don’t want to show these poems

to anyone, sometimes

I want to remain hidden, deep in the coals

with the one who pulls the stars

through a telescope’s glass, the one who listens

for the click of the lock, the one