Tonight was a pink moon

the full moon as Lent closes

she is pink and has hot breath

reeking, like she's been drinking


we are having words

the moon and I

and God is in between us 

He is catching the slack 


both of them are asking me to rest 

both making a fool of me 

in my wet eyed, angry rant 

remaining silent 

their tone brings stillness to my kicking 


she softens around midnight

or I get over it

starting to see 

she is sprouting grass

and in her own way waiting up with me

sitting with me through it

stirring me to it


maybe our Lenten fast 

the moon and mine 

was an attempt at parched begging 

but when it's over 

we'll still have each other