Moon

Burn out

a bulbed cylinder yellow/white and

suspended from air

in a little gray shadow above my table.

Provides momentary blindness

that scares my pupils and invites

my whites/blues

from across the room. She stares.

I put it to my lips

and pretend like I was the moon.

Cratered and crackled, a broken path

and I can't see how that's appealing. Well,

I ended up buying drinks. Must be the new thing.