what you need to know about the moon

This might be the last thing I write. 
Keep saying yes and you will find yourself 
a pile of flash photography and memories 
of dead pets. The quality of your life 
depends entirely on your willingness 
to say yes. The scars that tighten your skin 
can become a map back to Mississippi.

Inside is a relatively recent addition 
to the experience of living. Our homes 
used to be holes. A heart without holes
is a peach pit, the meat sticks to it but 
it can’t keep time. Not every breach 
needs a suture. You’re disturbing a lotta 
stuff that god put together for a reason.

There’s still beauty in doom, though. 
Keep getting older and you will find yourself
made entirely of oatmeal, lotion, and 
prescription medication. The vestibular 
apparatus. Fuck around and find the tiny 
hairs in your ear pointed in the wrong 
direction. See what happens. 

That feeling of getting what you asked for. 
Yes, the moon has a hole in the middle. 
And the dough holds pockets of yeasty air.
And the glaze crackles under your fingers.
And the wild musk of vanilla. And the
sugar melts away on your tongue.
This might be the last thing you read.