by Abigail Diaz

god, up in heaven, watches me sleep. he's got those

lonely kind of eyes that i see in the mirror. the moon, his

one white tooth, shows me something new on

every night of my lengthening life.

this is venus, it says. this is mars. this is

the way people scream when they think no one can hear them.

i blink my eyes at him slowly and

imagine love. it's a gooey kind of feeling, i decide, like

god's own gums cushioning the moon.