There’s supposed to be a full moon
tonight, they said.
There’s supposed to be blood
in the moon they said.
There’s blood inside me
but that doesn’t make me a marvel to look at either.
Well which is it I ask
to myself as I go out.
As I stand there barefoot on the mushy earth
As I stand there watching a thing of beauty transform
In the radiant glow, I embrace the acid that falls from her
I embrace the frosty sting of her breath
on my skin, as I realize I forgot my coat inside.
I’m transfixed in this spot
in just my PJs.
I live in these old things basically
so it’s no big deal.
Really it’s not.
Not unlike this shell, I have to carry on my back.
This old shell has seen its days for sure
and been around the block more times than I care
It’s worn and has its fair share of cracks
many of which are from me.
Have I told you about the one time at the park?
It was a real hoot.
But I’ve gotten used to my shell over time
and call it my own.
Just like her highness up there
always looking down at us
always watching but never being watched
always hoping to shed light in lives.
Tonight though she is the Grand Empress of us all
and commands our respect with her maroon body.
I stand at attention
giving her homage
not because she demands it
but because she is beautiful
and so am I.