There is No Such Thing as Moonlighthttps://i0.wp.com/barrenmagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/06/dw9.jpg?fit=750%2C481&ssl=1750481Matthew J. AndrewsMatthew J. Andrewshttps://secure.gravatar.com/avatar/700485f21b571d9ab533c111157554c5?s=96&d=mm&r=g
It’s just the sun’s dim residue, what’s left
over after it’s been choked by the horizon.
But we love a good duality:
a supreme light to govern the day,
a lesser one for the night.
We gain power over what we name,
make it a reflection of ourselves –
that slithering sound in our ears
really the hiss of our own tongue.
I don’t think I have it in me
to kill a man, but maybe I could
if I called him something else.