Tommy Pico

The perigee moon halos the white comforter in a Beyoncé way.

You shine like a bar of soap in the shadows.

The perigee moon is above both of us, in Portland, in NYC, in San Diego, in Hong Kong,
Abu Dhabi, Guynabo, Sri Lanka,

Knowing the moon is inescapable tonight

and the tuft of yr chest against my shoulder blades—

This is a kind of nature I would write a poem about.