I want to tell you tonight
the shadows on the moon
look like the silhouette
of a stranger asleep–
but you are asleep,
and when I wake you,
you tell me I shook
you from a dream
in which I cheated
on you, that I called
myself greater than
the moon, and my
gaze orbited around
every slender body
I’d see. You ask
me to join you
in bed, come
cuddle and
spoon–
but I walk
to the window
and fixate
on the
stranger

(originally published in Silent Auctions, Fall 2020)