The Moon’s Magnetic Field Once Came from an Asteroid

When you walked in it was like recognizing the moon when he returns. His lover bites his cheek; she has no choice. All we see is the dissolution, then await the reconstruction. Each time, the sky yanks her into his orbit. I want to say I’m sorry. I want to sayYou win. Our bodies are like the confessional booth these poems are stuck in. Even the priest can see that sin. You’ll be all spit and honey— or maybe I’m the poisoned flower gnawing on its own lip because it has no hands to reach for you. Only words that are as useless as the pollen for saying anything. I continue to serve them even with your hands around my throat from across the room. Your voice is home, I answer it like a bat guided across the atmosphere. This is a narrative that cannot end well but wants to, but must. I’ll continue to go down kicking and you’ll be sweet as anything until you bite back. No, it can’t end here—we won’t let it. Billions of years have passed since an asteroid last hit the moon: clearly some magnetic fields can be sustained.