from My Travel Dream Dictionary
I’m one fuckit away from giving up looking for you Not you the moon but you the distance between moon and meaning Which is to say never is anyone truly alone And the more I look for you the more the moon darkens Not true I never said night resembles the last hour of life Love and loss are tricks of light played on us by the Architect says father If by Architect he means pain then yeah ok Now the moon is writing a poem It’s about some poet most poets have never heard of And something about smoke posing as a human shadow posing a page torn from Dante’s Inferno What gets me is the quote face of one’s lost love unquote So I keep on staring Now the moon is leading our horses to water The herd still hours away from settling
Shibazrule, aka Lisa D. Chavez, is a poet based in New Mexico. Her poetry books include Destruction Bay (West End Press) and In An Angry Season. (University of Arizona Press). She also writes memoir and fiction, and teaches in the MFA program at the University of New Mexico. She’s delighted to have the opportunity to be Guest Editor here at The Coop for the month of August.