we laughed 

& took turns plucking the
moon out of the sky
like a marble--
you said it looked 
like a coin & i told
you it looked like a blueberry
& that i was thinking
about eating it--
& that i wondered 
what it would taste like
from all those
years turning golden
brown in the sun-- 
we keep driving
& i put the moon back where it
belongs--

i often wonder if
years later i'll still remember
these small moments
playing god with you &
laughing about 

the big things being so small 
(like planets & moons &
air planes buzzing like
gnats in the clouds)
& the small things being so big 
(like changing dorm rooms 
& folding blankets & 
throwing peach pits out the window
while pondering if any of them
will ever become a tree)

there's an eclipse coming
but i've only heard people
talk about it in passing--
it's like a really grand rumor
with special glasses to look at it with--
i don't really know what a solar
eclipse looks like other than
the obviousness of darkness 
but i hope i'm doing something
mundane when it happens
& everyone stops for
once to just watch everything
go black around them

i'm in the supermarket
a lot so i keep picturing this 
image of everyone getting quiet
& looking outside like
when it would snow out the 
three big windows of 
mrs. bowman's 3rd grade classroom--
everything would stop & whatever
we were learning would just become
full of snow--

i think i should look out my windows
more-- spend more time
picking up the moon like a bouncy ball
or an olive & laughing
with you while i hold it in
between my crooked teeth--
don't worry i'm careful not
to eat it--

i have no interest in waiting for 
the eclipse-- i want it come
when i'm not thinking about it--
i want to think if
only for a second that 
the sun is closing its eyelids
& asking us to sleep with it--

hold me in 
a gentle kiss of shadows 
like lips on my eyelids--

i want to pause & feel everything
stop-- walk outside
& catch snow on my tongue

moon in my teeth

i might not remember the
all the places i've dropped
peach pits or
all times we fit celestial bodies
so easily into the creases
of our palms

but i will have laughed with
you here tonight--
moon in my teeth--
eclipse coming down
like snow--