the
moon’s
full
if
you
wanna
think
about love.
do
you
want
to?
to forget?
with me?
tonite?
I’ve
never
visited
a
glowing
place
so
dry
with
empty
cratered
lakes.
I’ve
heard
the
moonman
craves
a
body
from
the
ocean.
but
has
he
thought
of
diving?
letting
himself
be
swallowed?
do you want to?
I’d
take
you
out
on
the
Atlantic.
underneath
your
moon.
all
those
flickering
lights.
you
asked
me
if it
ever
scares
me,
and I lied.
I’ve
never
seen
the
way
the
tides
look
from
the
surface
of
the
moon.
you
said
that
we
should
think.
about love.
but
do
you
really
want
to?
forget?
with me?
tonite?
About the Creator
Joe Nasta
Hi! I'm a queer multimodal artist writing love poems in Seattle, one half of the art and poetry collective Eat Yr Manhood, and head curator of Stone Pacific Zine. Work in The Rumpus, Occulum, Peach Mag, dream boy book club, and others. :P
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