Dear Moon,
One day I’ll die and on that day I’ll think back to right now and how I’m crying over these red stretch marks and I’ll laugh. This is how it starts. There are greater things than you and I would like to introduce you to The Universe. Everyone gets shy. I stopped talking to my mom at age 13. How does it feel to not have parents? Do you get to sit on the couch and eat tortilla chips all day and night? Does it get lonely? I get lonely, too, and shy. Very shy. I used to wonder why you only came out when it’s dark outside, but I sort of get it now. You can’t see stretch marks in the dark. You can feel them, though.
One day they’ll ask where my will is and I’ll say wherever The Moon left it. I’m sure it’s light-years away by now.
Write back when you can,
Beyza
beyza ozer founded probably crying review while eating a bagel. their work has appeared in/is forthcoming from skydeer helpking, voicemail poems, luna luna magazine, & others. beyza is the author of GOOD LUCK WITH THE MOON & STARS & STUFF (bottlecap press 2015). they are an assistant editor of yesyes books, an associate editor of big lucks books, & social media coordinator of the lettered streets press. beyza lives in chicago, on twitter, & on tumblr.
