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The Sun, Mad Envious, Just Wants the Moon


out of the way. It knows that I tend to cling
to potential in the dark, that I am myself only
as I am beguiled by the moon's lunatic luster,
when the streets are so bare they grow voices.
The sun has lost patience with my craving
for the night's mass-produced romance, that
dog-eared story where every angle is exquisite,
and ghostly suitors, their sleek smells exploding,
queue up to ravish my waning. Bursting with
bluster, the sun backslaps the moon to reveal
me, splintered, kissing the boulevard face first,
clutching change for a jukebox that long ago
lost its hunger for quarters. It wounds the sun
to know how utterly I have slipped its gilded
clutch to become its most mapless lost cause.
Her eye bulging, she besieges me with bright.
So I remind her that everything dies. All the
brilliant bitch can do for me then is spit light
on the path while I search for a place to sleep.

Written by Patricia Smith

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