The moon believes
the sun
reciprocates her love
believes she is more
than just a vehicle
for his reflection
to cast his light toward
another body.
…
The moon believes
her craters inhabitable
wills water
to trickle in her crevices
she stacks delicate mooncakes
on trays and waits
for visitors who rarely come.
She wants her surface
to bustle.
Her hope is waning.
…
The moon believes
the lunatics
heeds their cries
she is full
of hurt and heart
wondering if
as they say
she drove them to it.
…
The moon is tired
of waxing,
sick of the expectation
she should bear it all.
…
The moon believes
her body
is big
and bright
and beautiful.
…
The moon believes
the earth spins
for her.