Moon Pix

Photo by Ray Potes

"Have you ever seen a Cheshire Cat Moon?"
We're nowhere romantic. Leaning out of the window of her apartment block and smoking. It's not cold enough for our breath to condense yet. It's early in the death of the year.

"Isn't it like that tonight?"
"Not really. It's too yellow. I saw one once from the backseat of my parents car. We were driving through Florida, one of those 30 hour drives we would make in the summer."
"What did you think about on those drives?"
"Late at night when there was nothing to see but i wasn't tired enough to sleep i would sing to myself."
"Along with the radio?"
"No, just the songs i knew by heart. I was 10 or 11, and it was mostly Bon Jovi and Belinda Carlisle"
"I once got shouted at by a friend of my older brothers for getting the words to Heaven is a Place on Earth wrong."
"What are the lyrics to that? Do they even make sense? 'Baby do you know what's worth'"
"Baby, do i know what what's worth?"
"Do you know what's worse?"
"What's worse?"

She doesn't answer. We're both staring up into the too yellow moon, lost in our imperfect thoughts.