54. Blue Moon

This December, Mom got two full moons —

one at the beginning of the month

one on New Year’s Eve.


That night we talked like only

mothers and daughters can —

naked speech — rocky as the lunar surface.


Am I a satellite orbiting her earth.

Or is it the other way around?

Have I been pulling all her tides?


Sometimes, staring into this eclipse called cancer,

I find myself standing alone

without a dream in my heart or a love of my own.


I drive home, leaving her to ring in the new year

with my dad, the love of her life.

And when I looked the moon had turned to gold.

Go right ahead.

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