—SHE BLEW MY MIND, AND THEN SHE BLEW MY NOSE 

 

 

Alice Blue

 

 

Last night someone shot the moon right between the eyes without asking for my permission

Now she’s earth-struck, flat as a tortilla, ochre and mournful in Chugwater, Wyoming, though also dead as the stump that’s been stuck in your eye since the last storm hit

Was it you?

In bed you smelled like gunpowder and lunar landings, your cheeks shadowed or cratered, Alice Blue on one side, ghost-white one the other 

Snoring with a robust hilt, your hand defied gravity, floating up to the ceiling while repeatedly pinching its trigger finger like a gunslinger, desperate as fuck, without ammo

You only know so much about someone, my Gran said after Grandad was hauled off for snapping Polaroids under the girl’s restroom stall

You only know one side of the China Moon that’s kept privy on lay-a-way

I’d like to believe she’s still up there, Luna, with her Super Glue smile, holding the universe together, whether flummoxed or just bored and eating Ritz Crackers topped with Cheese Whiz

I’d like to think jealousy is just any other curse word, like shit, asshole, motherfucker or matrimony