1. Mare Crisium

battery of wind | car sliding toward the

ditch | phantom in the left hemisphere | blood

down wrong | an erase | drumbeat | rip along

the seam | drumbeat |  landslide and shatter | oh

drumbeat | how you became ashes when we

weren't there | silence | silence | silence | silence ||

2. Mare Nubium

Turn west toward granite chop and shut

your eyes. Think of what you desire. Spread

your arms to manifest four humors in the arc. Clouds

will form in the shape of a precipice woman stone

eagle. You will be torn. You will be called

a fumbler. Clouds will form in the shape of a

child wren hand boat. You will be lofted.

You will be called a savior. Clouds form.

You open your arms. Rain at last lets down.

3. Mare Tranquillitatis

All our stories sputtered

out. Waves

the only language

left. Empty wine bottle

nestled against

a driftwood bulwark.

Blue hour after

the sun, before dark,

and you kept

pushing your hair

out of your eyes

so you could watch

light forget

the mountains.

4. Mare Cognitum

Maybe afterward we know.

In this living there is no space

for recognition. I'd hang a ribbon

above the water. I'd be a book.

Finder's fee to anyone who can

point out the route. Here. After.

5. Oceanus Procellarum

Once, electricity crawled through my arm and raised

a blister on each fingertip. Once, I choked on a stone.

Air pushing against barrier. Once, a car struck and I

kept traveling. Glass fragments in my hair and a broken

wing. I've never been good at this, saying which thump

bruised and which thump distorted. I wanted with

the whole structure I built as my being. Pulled myself

out of a life and into another. Low pressure rolling in

along my spine and settling. I want to open up now

and let it all out. Go ahead, make up a story of how

I was cold and unapproachable. Most shining when

closest but still bringing out the wind, bringing out the storm.