My Moon Is Brighter Than Any Star
Just take the pills and you’ll feel
Bitter.
My smile sees things sweeter than
a blossomed honeysuckle.
A single letter graded paper is
seasoned and irregular
like unbalanced flip flops with some
seas salt and sandy spicy pepper.
I walk and walk and walk and then
I run too soon after
eating a single yellow spider fed to me by
Anansi
with a heavy weighted golden spoon.
Now my moon is brighter than any star,
reflecting like a mirror.
My face is finally
Reformed.















