My Moon Avoids Me
My Ending Arrives in an Eagle's Talon
It was 8 a.m. and I'd gotten a phonecall. I didn't ignore it this time.
I answered, "hello, hi, hi.. hi" because I wouldn't know how loud my voice was, so early.
Waiting for the response, I looked beyond my side table and checked the calender.
I knew it was a Thursday, I knew it was the 25th- a steady constant.
"Yes, hello. So here's the bad news..."
"...you're rotting inside."
That's how we're built.
"...you're being hunted."
"...you are alone in the world."
That's not true.
That's not worth a phonecall.
I'm only reminded.
Hindsight and beyond.
Regret of the years, regret of the modest vessel.
It was still 8 a.m.
I'm still waiting, anticipating a horrible introduction.
"...you're not very pretty."
I thought I was.