MEGAN MORIARTY

Thoughts Enacted by Shadow Puppets


The Sorry, We're Closed sign loves the neon OPEN light.
There is a hum married to everything: an emptiness draped

in tinsel, a dead bird stiff and poised like a bullet.
The clouds don't believe in staying; I don't know why I do.

I don't know why everything is married to a hum: migratory snow,
a broken automatic door, a magic trick: the space between disappearing

and appearing. The streetlamp loves the sundial.
The balloon filled with water loves the sky.