The moon is a woman.
Like every woman: different every day.
You are looking for her light in the lake.
Meanwhile, it is
DON'T KNOW WHERE.
Maybe in jewels
but can you afford it?
Maybe in a smile
but what is there to laugh at?
Or maybe in old photos,
when she was so young and beautiful
oh god, what happened to her ?!
"He pissed me off and I left," she explained to the stars.
She left behind the dense blackness of the night and sleep interrupted by lack.
Isn't that outrageous?
The regret for absence can be contemplated
at the exhibition at any time
on the other side
of the Moon.