Begging

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