And so the moon fell in love with a star…

Long ago, in the Kingdom of the Sky, two lovers met and fell apart.

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Do you wish to know their story?

Then, one day, you are a child, and on long car rides, you make up stories. You shut your eyes against the curve of the road, past the mercurial beast that has stolen skin from your knees at least seven times. Past sidewalks, lone stretches of highway and parking lot pavement still hot from the sun. 

In one story, you are a princess. In another, a demon, turned wretched by loss of love and too many vegetables. Tonight the moon is a long-lost friend guiding you home, peering in your window, watching the rise and fall of your chest.

Are you asleep? No, just resting, you answer. Why?

And she says, never mind. I thought you were someone else.

Oh, okay, you say. Sure, no problem.  

Is that why you follow me home?

Bury Me With My Binky

For the 2024 NPR Tiny Desk Contest, I recorded a live, mega-acoustic version of Bury Me With My Binky.

The above poems are inspired by lines in the bridge of the song:

“I’m not a time bomb / you’ve got it all wrong / I’m just a child / falling asleep on the ride home / just so you’ll carry me through the night / where it’s scary / because, with you I’m never alone.”

I wanted to explore an idea I had when I was a child that the moon follows you home, and come up with a myth to explain exactly why she does so.

The resulting poems tell the story of Theia, aka the moon before it was the moon, and the very first star, methuselah, who fell in love and were separated by space stuff. Billions of years later, the moon, now stuck circling the Earth, looks for the reincarnation of her lost lover in animals and people on the street. Because, after all, we are all made of star dust!! 

These poems (plus short stories, and more!) will be featured in the print collection accompanying my forthcoming EP, “Parachute Game.”

I hope you like them, and you can watch the live performance below!!

XOXO,

second spring <3