—SORRY THAT I MISSED YOUR PARTY

missed

last night

the moon

drunk-dialed

me

but

i was

drunk

myself

and

missed her

call

in the morning

as she stood

behind the

flanks

of a

dumb-struck

sun

i watched

her dance

and

bunny hop

with her friends

all of them

golden and

fomenting 

the very

cloud skirts

i’m

clinging to

now

today

at hand

my hand

on a gun

my finger

on a trigger

though

honestly

it’s really

lovely

to be

thought of

at all