Expect an accordion wind from the south-
south west tonight. It will fold stars
between the gills of water in your fountain.
Stars are breathable and stars are also
inaccessible currency. Sometime after nine PM,
you arrive at an epiphany as the epiphany
arrives at you: The moon is a large nose.
โThose arenโt craters, theyโre nostrils,โ
youโll whisper sometime after sometime after
nine PM. Before midnight, expect the neighborโs cat,
Sue Ellen, to walk the spine of your fence
like a marble rolling up an incline.
The moon can smell everything youโre doing,
so be as imprecise as possible.
Celeste Rose Woodโs poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Nimrod, River River, and Barking Sycamores. As a hermit, i.e. agoraphobic, she thinks it sucks that many people buy into capitalismโs opinion of โdisability entitlementโ as dirty words. Her dreams are of things like necromancy, mermaids, and healthcare for everyone.ย
