Diana, Or Maybe Artemis

The moon full
Swelled, imperious,
Pale gold,
Inches from the hills.

Its light looks cold
But we know
Better.

It shows only its hot face,
Its light forces and fills
Radiates the fair shine
Like that light that smile that fast happiness
That comes from mine.

And in kind,
I will show you just one side-
I wonder if you will ever know
That there may be difference
between
That which I reflect
And that which I glow.

There may be a way for me
To turn my head
Display the black face,
Bathed in darkness,
Open to the icy vacuum of space;
Frosted,
Cratered,
Rough.
Cool dust, pale snow.

So in this harvest time
I must decide
Which temperature
I am going
To show.

You Are Here

Quick!
Grab your shit and get it together-
Paper, beads, dust bunnies, crumbs, shoelaces-
Cuz nobody's coming.
Hold it hold it up above your head,
Sweat drips and your knuckles are cramping
and that's just
Too fucking bad,
Nobody's coming.
The cracks, creaks, splits, shifts, spiders
The flooding, the burning, the permanent marker
The mail, the parent's nite, the braces
The ever-fucking interminable dog pee-
You will hold it all up in the air.
You will slap on a band-aid.
Quick! Quick!
You will balance the broom stick and spinning plates,
Slice it and dice it,
Shine it up,
Cover it,
Kick it under the couch,
And do it all NOW
And at the end of the day
Nobody's coming.