luna

Where am I at now? Why I am now? Luna drives down the highway at a steady 70 mph, sometimes 75 mph, and then…when she notices, back down to 70 mph, then 69 mph if she wants to giggle to herself.

It’s daylight but nearing dusk,

and the moon shows clearly,

it typically does this time of the year during the day. She is in awe of it, the grandness of it, the vast incomprehensible size of it, even though we are taught to see it as small, compared to the sun, but what’s the point of that, it's massive compared to us. Like boats, compared to the moon, are small, but we as humans, even smaller than boats…

boats scare me sometimes when I stand way to close to them.

Especially when a huge cruise ship is docking, I have a fear it will fall and land on someone (or me) and cause a huge terrifying wave that kills people and the environment and anyways… I’m looking at this moon, but it doesn’t make me feel scared (like the boats), in fact, I find it very comforting, unlike boats, (like I said I fucking hate being beside big boats.) the moon is a consistent, like science, a blind confidence that trees and air will be a constant.  Just like the moon if perhaps some cosmic catastrophe decides to happen at this very moment or is a few years from now, of course, who knows how we survive, who knows, if maybe this loop is for our own protection, that we come back over and over for our own cosmic survival, but why?

I stare at

the moon and

 // It gets

bigger as I

drive down //

The highway and then

I dismantle //

It dismantles I

feel my heart//

Collapse as if

it went  //And

transferred itself to

the //Nearby universe

 that exists on

//The plane adjacent

to ours //The

one that exists

when you// Jump

corner of physics

//With my hands

on the steering

wheel  //I am

lifted into the

air // At

69 mph we

move forward//And I

realize the moon

grows larger//And I

am being pulled

up to it//And

the truck is

being pulled up

with me //

And we all

lift and detach

//And it feels

like an upward

water slide //

Toward the moon

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…. a memory of luna as a child - —

— - because memories surface like friends - messengers of some kind -

… Luna slips away morphing the soapy liquid into dancing translucent orbs as she spins precariously forward as if, at any moment, she would slip and turn into a bubble herself.

Luna dips in and about a few paces from the dining room table. As she transitioned to the living room her knees implode on the bamboo flooring as her heart catapults her entire body forward, her face lands abruptly on the floor, she lays with her right cheek and tiny limbs pressed into the panels like a corpse. She quickly breathes in a labouring breathe and exhales a slow growing wale that reverberates through the floor. A hands is placed on her back, Luna convulses and weeps, forming a small puddle of tears around her head and small droplets of blood collating around her knees.

… luna’s dream … —

She found the portal once but friends around her warned her not to go through it. She didn’t understand why they would say that so she moved toward it anyways and she went through.