Written by Jacob Ibrag
You won’t stop talking about the unknown,
stuck in space of which you couldn’t be farther apart
from. Your eyes match the moons bloody complexion.
Never seen you this excited for something so fleeting.
Going on about how the next moon this rare won’t
been seen again till 2033. And for the next hour I lay
here wishing you were talking about me. Jealous of
unreachable intangibility. Forever waiting for you
to shift your attention to the lone star in the
sky that’s begging for you to name her.
Art by TanyaShatseva