Bratty Moon


She’s braying
and saying
that she doesn’t wanna
wane today, doesn’t feel
like fading away
into nothing.

She’s crying
and sighing
and holding nothing back
at bay, causing a tempest
-tantrum of whine
and ocean waves.

She’s taxing
and waxing
forth in expletive-al phrase,
holding her white-bone breath
for days, as we watch her stew
this sky.



A second offering for Poetic Asides




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1 Response to Bratty Moon

  1. Ali says:

    I love that she might be a pre-teen, figuring out her emotions. I like imagining her as a once-upon-a-time Abby. 🙂

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