For the longest time, we called you the moon Because from where we could see You looked abandoned And blue Like nighttime We thought we understood how you felt Another room In a home That was a notch on our belt So we burned up the oceans And drowned out our skies Until even the islands began to Become dry And suddenly soon We'll stand crying over valleys abandoned and blue With a far, new born, planet Calling us moon.
A Filipino crispy pork belly egg breakfast taco In Greenwich Village on a perfectly warm summer Friday night A table for two Next to tables for more Filled with straights Medical students Drunk girls Cow towing to the men they sit with Tight shorts from online shopping And New Year's plans And weekend houses The drunk girl makes animal bird like noises Calls everyone "Baby" And shhhshes everyone Even though she is the loudest person in this restaurant A gay ghost walks by Wandering to a table for two In the back corner of a patio On a perfectly warm summer night A pair of finance bros sits at the high top They speak directly to each other A couple, on a date, sit comfortably close to each other on the other end of the high top table Gay ghosts are harder to find Because that what happens to us On perfectly warm summer nights In a city like this But I do see them Walking by Looking in on patios Lit by strung lights and Pride flags Because why the fuck not? On a nigh