every time i look at the moon it’s in a different place.
and no one’s talking about it.
i’ll be walking home one night and it’s doing that big dramatic full circle spotlight thing like “hey i’m here.” then the next day it’s a faint half thumbprint hiding behind a cloud.
what are you doing up there. pick a lane
i know there’s “phases” or whatever but don’t try to science me out of this. i’ve read that chart. new moon, waxing, waning, crescent, gibbous… those all sound like names of horses in a fantasy novel.
and even if i did believe in moon math, why does it move locations like it’s dodging me. the other night i swear it was straight-up behind my neighbor’s house like it was spying.
i don’t like how much it knows
there’s something smug about it too. like it’s just hanging out being mysterious while i’m sitting in bed at googling “is it normal to feel judged by the moon.”
weird thing is i always look at it like we’re friends. like it’s this silent therapist in the sky. but then it pulls some weird magic trick and disappears for two nights and i’m supposed to act normal? no. you don’t get to ghost me and then show up full and glowing like nothing happened.
i’m not playing this lunar emotional roulette anymore
also one time in 5th grade i told a girl i thought the moon followed me and she laughed so hard she spit gatorade on my hoodie. i think about that once a week
anyway if the moon wants to talk i’m here. but it has to initiate this time. i’m done texting first