[question asked by Grace Welch]
Book us a table for two on the moon
Book us a table for two on the moon
in a glass-topped prefab,
naked spectacle of stars our bold hors d’oeuvres.
It must have oxygen
lest these suits get in our way.
Order wine like honey.
I want to be drunk on the moon with you
before salads come, & (green) cheese soup.
We will spin on our axes:
you a dust devil, I a moon’s moon.
By time our meals arrive,
By time our meals arrive,
our heads will skip
as we find joy in barren, rocky wonderlands.
Later, dancing off dessert,
we shall modify the Earth tides with our feet.
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Ace Boggess is author of five books of poetry, most recently Misadventure (Cyberwit, 2020) and I Have Lost the Art of Dreaming It So (Unsolicited Press, 2018), as well as two novels, including States of Mercy (Alien Buddha Press, 2019). His writing appears in Notre Dame Review, The Laurel Review, River Styx, Rhino, North Dakota Quarterly, and other journals. He received a fellowship from the West Virginia Commission on the Arts and spent five years in a West Virginia prison. He lives in Charleston, West Virginia.
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