keyhole
rained earlier but it’s still thick
purple and hazy tonight
the moon was gauzy orange
striped across with soft cloud ribs
a spectral torso through the keyhole
i wish would hear me in the hall
i’ve been blessed before
to join them in there
invited, pulled up and stretched thin
made permeable, made gaseous
sucked swirling through the pinpoint
but tonight i’m just sticky
among cackles and guffaws
of those i wall off
and in bitterness
feign to stand above
at our best we’re in both places
the bone-lean heavenly bodies
laughing their backwards spells into us
through each other seamlessly
we understand and smile
because there’s no other place
and nothing must be done
the moon though
before i even thought these things
became a crisp grey sphere
wholly still and silent
telling me to quit trying