there is a synergy they said
between you and the Moon
some shit about cycles
that never lined up
looking up, I never blamed her
personified and deified
she's a rock in the sky
not her fault
but now I see the hair come in
my arms and legs
my grinning face with teeth bared
I howl and whoop
I'm out at night
I dance and run
like a lunatic no less
perhaps those people
who thought the Moon looked down
were really onto something