Author: redrivergirl

all the boys think she’s a spy
moon. but she’s only got eyes
for you.

this house is a mess
moon. and the two-year-old
screams. sometimes perfect families
pull at the seams.

wheels out toward the road with a curb
moon. wheels angled in if not. most of us
took Drivers Ed, it’s true.
(then most of us promptly forgot)

gonna take out the trash
in our underwear
moon. hopin no one’ll see us.
(outside of you…)

practice makes perfect makes
practice, moon. better try that again.
in a different room.

let’s follow the clouds blowing past you
moon– to a stream tucked behind
your ear.

sneak through the blue-lit castle
doors and race up a winding
stair.

we’ll dine at the top with just
starlight and you. and toast all things
velvet. and bubbly. and
new.

might havta blame the wristbands
moon. they let us in places
we (say we) don’t go.

limo ride, limo ride, taxi
moon. you still look delicious
when the last fare is due.

gonna serve you right up
with orange ice cream
moon. grownups just eat you.
kids turn you to glue.

can’t say we’re stellar with numbers
moon. but we know we can always
count on you.