Dear Moon, Love, the Sun

By Ariel Sorley

Pixieish in swirling light, bleak atop a picture frame & unremarkable on a car dashboard, dust is a benevolent constant in our lives (& happens to be what we are made of). It can reflect whatever mood we assign & it’s a reminder of the light in darkness and the darkness in light.

In Ariel’s debut poetry collection, she inspects the continuous ebb and flow of these opposites & points a light at the ‘unexceptional’ flecks of dust in-between.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Dec 17, 2018
• ISBN: 9780359308996

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12:01 am /

dear moon,

Remember—

it’s just a phase.

Love,

the sun

12:57 am /

i didn’t want to be your moon

I wanted nothing

less than to be

your moon—

nothing

less than an orbiting body

to an orbiting body.

nothing

less than a

sliver.

nothing

less than a night

light.

nothing

less than a

faceless face facing you.

you had me

thinking I was worth space

suits & flags & news.

But I was

your moon &

wanted nothing

more

than to be

the sun.

1:02 am /

you left like a train (of thought).

I couldn’t help but fixate on no point

on the wall.

mouth

where was I? I lost it. What was I saying?

retrace

memories for the last place I had it.

taste

the void on the tip of my tongue.

invite

the absence under my skin.

I couldn’t help

but repeat,

"It’ll come back

to me,"

over &

over &

over.

1:11 am /

take a right

I wish I could

put my index

finger