(after reading Keros & Lorna)
New Moon, You See me Standing Alone
Tick tock, tick tock. His heart, a sad little clock,
winding down again and again until the face was blank,
the hands, frozen. I wound and wound until
it’d never stop. Click-click-click: Perpetual emotion.
Hinges creaked when he left like his mouth opening,
then closing. The house betrayed him. I pretended
I’d been struck in the head. I pretended
I wasn’t listening. I pretended I wasn’t spinning.
Once started, there was no stopping
that momentum. See the witch pedaling
through the whirlwind? See the hag, flattened?
My soles curled into themselves like unborn
fetuses. I hacked my pigtails off. I pricked
the balloon. I killed my dog. I used blue
birds for target practice. I dug up that yellow
path and painted every brick black. But nothing
changes this. The tin man is a hollow son of a bitch.
The dark side of the moon will be my exit.