unscrew the moon

strange stars plucked the bones of her piano
dying the same dream night after night
if love might could be taught to be
cellphone refugees’ genuflecting lips
throw long o’s of sweeter life preservers
lies to each glance foretold by eyelash tips
mounts of sweat that creak of compromise
forgetful togetherness crayoned on chest
blacklisted alibis swallow to drain to fertilize
hazel-eyed assassins disguised as buoys
bobbing on a feather-filled lake in fishnets
tread tongues along bottom learning disturbed
a pixilated fantasy of horizon bloods up swells
each shell confesses when crunched underfoot
of delusions of grandeur fake a chain unscrew moon
where pretend is promise it’s best not to get