Rebekah

"I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop."
-Kerouac
~ Thursday, March 26 ~
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Armstrong by Derrick C. Brown

The night the moon cracked open
A voice came from within.

The moon turned to the astronaut
and said to him
‘Please stay. Please stay.’

The astronaut looked
back at the moon

said “I’d love to stay
but I can’t stay with you

I am sorry to report

that I must leave.

For when I’m here

with you

I cannot breathe.”

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