• Holly Walker

i had a conversation with the moon

i always shared my tuesday nights with the moon and sometimes she felt embarrassed because her light was dimmer than usual but i always told her how beautiful the light was from down here and she’d always blush and tonight she asked me if i had fallen in love with a woman before so i told her maybe because i always fell in love with the sweet honey-like words dripped from tongues and onto the outside of my ears and on my skin and i could never tell if that was love or infatuation or perhaps loneliness. so i asked the moon, and she didn’t know either.

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