The moonlight always seemed fake
--to me
A place to hide
With eyes
That spoke
--unblinking

That was plenty for me--
That was enough

It let me alone
Sitting up in my bed
The lights out
Hearing the outside
-- sounds
As I heard the rats

Moving about my room
I preferred them

Being lost
Being crazy

(maybe)
is not so bad
-- if you can be

undisturbed

Often, it is the only thing
between you and impossibility

they don't make it

the beautiful can't endure
found in the edge of a room
crumpled into spiders and silence
and we never understand
why they left

We speak of easy things
Our heads by the open window

With the moonlight
Looking through
I can't do anything
--I am here
In the ground
My mouth open


And I can't even say'