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there’s a logarithm to it all, a waxing and
waning in the way she tilts just so, supposes
some algebraic sway with her smile. we have
written her out (and about) with participles dang
-ling, scientific theories wrangling the slant
of her, the morning ghostface disappearing
chant of her, the displacement of her in this
vast and liquid sky. okay, we know she’s not
made of cheese, but please, can you tell us
why rock can shine just so? can you spell us
some definition we might press to skin, and
breathe? how can we believe in her (history,
hum, and heartbeat) if we can’t complete the
equation of our own design, cosine? study the
intricacies of her veins, the way the stars strain
to be;come (to) her. know her, and you’ve won her.
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Mooney mathy intricately great!
You are the best, girl. You know just how to make me smile. Have we talked about the moon getting waxed before? I think we have …
“with participles dang” … I love that line break. 🙂
This rewraps itself into:
“scientific theories wrangling the slantling
of her (of fur)” … I don’t know what a slantling is, but I sure want one!
I just love “liquid sky.”
This is the funniest transition:
“okay, we know she’s not
made of cheese”
“can you spell us” … Of course! U + S (= magic)
“how can we believe in her (history,
hum, and heartbeat)” … Love.
But does she have to have a history? Can’t she just always have been and will always be, without explanation?
Love:
“if we can’t complete the
equation of our own design, cosine (cousin)” … as in, Care Bear Cousins 🙂 So now I’m wondering if what you’re really asking is what picture is on the moon’s tummy. Like, it’s pointed upward, and we can’t see it. So how can we get her to flip over and show her underside — maybe she feels too chubby to show you. Or pale. LOL.
I don’t imagine the stars would want to become the moon or get closer to her. I think the moon and the stars are separate for whatever reason. Maybe she has gas, so she stays away from them and they stay away from her. 🙂 Or a contagious disease.
I actually like picturing this being about an aunt that everyone’s trying to figure out how to deal with and/or relate to.
We never stop learning the moon. Wonderful, De!