Brett Elizabeth Jenkins
YELP REVIEW OF THE MOON
Came here to get away and true
to what I heard there was nothing.
No strip malls or liquor stores.
The moon’s invitation said BYOB.
I got dust-drunk and lonely, picked up
handfuls of rock and watched out
over the sagging horizon
of my abandoned planet.
Which is what I wanted.
I came to the moon to be alone,
which is the only thing you can be
on the moon.
There are no other lunar occupations.
Alone on the moon there is nothing
to love except borrowed light and slight
gravity, an elevator drop
in your stomach when you walk
or think about the reasons you left.