you’re cold and a little bit clammy
moon. who’da guessed you’d get jumpy
over one little boo.

hi Wayne, you’re cute. let’s kiss.
(quiet, moon. we did not ask your opinion
on this.)

(cross my heart, moon. poke a needle. we made that
all up. we don’t know any Wayne’s
anyhow, anyways.)

(Jim, on the other hand…)

wonderin why you’d be askin that
moon. who in the sky
you been talkin to?

(mother mighta been right)

got half a mind to go after you
moon. but you’re so far away
and your credit’s no good.

(about eatin carrots and not watchin too much tv)

better get you in for an eye test
moon. you’re lookin all blurry and fuzzy and
… stoned?

gonna sit in this orange velvet chair
moon. and think me some orange velvet
thoughts about you.

I’ve seen other planets and shooting stars
moon. but none of them half
as pretty as you.

don’t make me stop this car
moon. you don’t wanna see me
make out with you.

(am)

tennis courts are empty moon, and squirrels have
squirreled away the nuts and bolts and secret things
they save for colder days.

(pm)

stop in your tracks, moon, and stand
at attention. this is a you’re talkin now I wanna talk
intervention.

(early)

sky soft as a baby blue blanket
moon. gonna hide you away
and snuggle you.
(till there’s nothin left but a corner or two)

(later)

summer sausage and some kinda cheese
moon. there’s no pizza corner
so you’ll havta do.

if you must drizzle moon, will you
please drizzle fudge? we’d really appreciate that
a whole bunch.
(don’t worry. this big winter sweater will hide extra pounds)
(and why are we talkin bout winter right now?)

not funny,
moon. stop hiding the car.
we coulda double scotch pinky-sworn
Jim parked it right here.

sending some sweetness right back atcha
moon. thank goodness we got through
the terrible twos.

we didn’t mean to rear-end you on purpose
moon. but you got in the way
of this mobile phone.
(you should watch where you’re goin from now on)

those were some ironclad, steel armor plate rock-solid plans
moon. till your crazy-ass cheese theory
shot them right through.
(it’s not green. we keep tellin you, but you never listen…)

you best keep the handi-wipes handy
moon. this galaxy’s no place to sneeze
at the flu.

it’s time to pay the piper
moon. who’s gonna tell him we
don’t like the tune?

I’d like to get to know you
moon. but gosh darn these ideas
for (what you want) me to do.

are you for sure goin out
on a date limb, moon? we don’t wanna see you
fall down and go boom.

this bathroom’s a little bit scary
moon. you watch the door.
we’ll find gloves and
a broom.   (for you)

ever pull your hair up in pig tails
moon? bet you look cute when you do.
(the spoon and the cow think so too)