by A.J. Huffman
I stared at the moon and wondered
if there was anything left
worth wishing for. Like gravity
crashing against my brain, I knew
the answer was no. I closed
my eyes and prayed instead
for tears to come and drown me.
By the time the sky was painted
to pantomime dawn, I was blind
and arid as a desert oasis,
shivering in the aftermath
of early morning’s light.