By Chen Chen
not back, let’s not come back, let’s go by the speed of
queer zest & stay up
there & get ourselves a little
moon cottage (so pretty), then start a moon garden
with lots of moon veggies (so healthy), i mean
i was already moonlighting
as an online moonologist
most weekends, so this is the immensely
logical next step, are you
packing your bags yet, don’t forget your
sailor moon jean jacket, let’s wear
our sailor moon jean jackets while twirling in that lighter,
queerer moon gravity, let’s love each other
(so good) on the moon, let’s love
the moon
on the moon
Chen Chen, "i love you to the moon &" from Poem-a-Day: May 31, 2021. Copyright © 2021 by Chen Chen. Reprinted by permission of The Academy of American Poets.
Source: Poem-a-Day: May 31, 2021 (The Academy of American Poets, www.poets.org, 2021)
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