cry, Mancini

the leftover moon
that belongs to everyone
that has their devices
plugged in that
have the eyes turned on
them that glow in the bright dark
tv shadow that is the silhouette
we see in the porch light
that could be lighting the porch
that we could sit on
and turn out the lights
that we might see
the leftover moon

where it sits is
above the city
is bouncing is light
is the dallas night
bouncing off of clouds

Above the clouds that is the moon
the moon on the leftover shelves
Hungover
Above the sandwich cheese and
meat things
things to grab
in the morning in a hurry
After the moon that is gone
or Hungover
Paler than the sky.


Taylor Lett