monster moon

a measured sense of optimism
as monsters make short work
of my constellations
my arrow pointed to the moon my steady breath my unfaltering hand despite
all the horrors of bedtime stories
all my bedtime nightmares
becoming a reality around me
I look up and hope that the shine of the tree lights does not diminish
volley after volley I send against
the moon's forces
my arrows blasting new holes into the surface
the ground and air pull me
snap at me
razor sharp maw of friend trying to bite my ankle
the man banging the piano
the underwater sea creatures
and
you

all stand behind me----------------------


--------------------------the craters of the moon call my name
--the name only my mother calls me--
I am so petrified of what it has to say
more afraid than I am of the destroyed piano keys behind me or the clenched jaw around my ankle or the
or the
or whatever
or whenever
or break point
or the point I take
when all I can do is silently force my infested spirit through the fluid movement
of my arms hands shoulder blades
thrumming the bow to blast new craters to put a muzzle on this celestial name calling