The window is still waiting 
for the moon. She made 
an appointment, but somehow 
there’s no one in the sky.

Maybe I should call the store 
and ask them to send her 
some ice cubes for her birthday.  

Lose your mind at your own pace.
We are not going on a date, 
but we can still have a funeral.

Laura Garrison lives in Virginia with her husband, children, and cat. She teaches creative writing at Roanoke College and is the editor of Jersey Devil Press.