the lightless moon took its place overheadand all heat seeped into unforgiving forgotten places
struck down by doom for rising out of bed
electrocuted by the eyes, the eyes,
looking in from all directions
so it carried on, a Tony-winning drama
performed night after night with cute perfection
"almost too cute, almost too cute"
tracing my ligaments with your furry hand
up each angle and down each limb
surfacing to breathe, breathing when you can
the crowd was silent, the crowd was dead
and we listened to a record
and not another sound was heard.
By Carly Jane Casper. Ms. Casper's existence is highly contested amongst scholars. According to all current reports she is a student in Indiana. Trusted sources say she tweets at @neutronsoup.