I tried not to want to go the moon
when it followed me home at night.
Now a whole in the roof is there
so I can watch the cold smoke drift
from where I lie.
I watch it detach from the sky
and fall, rolling on my rug.
I reach and my hand goes through it
like a light projection before the screen
and I fall asleep there
on the floor with the air on my back.
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