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The moon is at half its orbit around earth,

he texts me for the first time since we decided not to talk.

Should look nice if you turn to the west.

I’ve never seen a real wheel of cheese up close

but I’ve seen the moon and this morning it’s mouldy.

I think he meant to be romantic.

I want to tell him

about the kid I saw yesterday on the bus with an orange sucker

stuck in her hair, plastic stick pointed at the sky.

But I’m so pissed

I could crush a rock between my thumb and pointer.

I could crush his puny moon like a Cheeto.

He is the moon

at half its orbit around my five-year plan, stuck

like a sucker in my hair.

If relationships were cheese

ours would be the kind the stock boy moves

to the front of the rack to sell fast. Ours

would pair well with Ritz crackers

and Minute Maid.

If relationships were rising suns, ours

should look nice if you turn to the west.