One, Moon
by Ellery Pridgen
We light
one cigarette on the lawn, drink
Fireball- from a
dented flask, and careless
With one apostrophe- one
note- accidental words-
But now- we are
none.
One-
Cigarette:repeats-ebbs-and starts over- a continuous thread
glinting-ghosting-careful-eyes
the moon-swoon-slow-breath
Ember that stains-bleeds-ruins
as is best.
Hot cinnamon-pine-tree smell
One
more before we are
dragged back- alone.
You
words that make no sense-
Spaces I don’t inhabit-
oak-stone-vetiver-silk.
But I
just want this cigarette.
One and only new
Moon - I roll down
The backs of the hills-
Touching shoulders-
Sharing one
Last
Cigarette.
Before I go.
About the Author
Ellery Pridgen is an 18 year old student living in Seattle, WA. Her poetry has been featured in Unstamatic Magazine, and previously in Prometheus Dreaming. She currently works part time at a thrift store, and dreams of becoming a writer full-time.