Lizeth De La Luz

where you’ll find me 

when people start collecting moondust 

selling it by the ounce or 

out in a bodega 

laugh at the unreasonable price 

buy a jar of it anyway 

and scatter it around your bed 

frame the promises 

gently 

with the gaze of your disappointment 

across your walls 

discover all that it tries to tell you 

the fever dream of travel 

a wish fulfilled 

of tragic longing 

a multitude of strands of desire 

to step foot on the moon 

in echoes of a thousand footsteps 

the conversations 

broken 

listen to how the structures caved in 

how people missed lost flavors

how their soil couldn’t sustain itself

and regurgitated it’s shiny body 

the pulse of the moon dissolved as 

soon as people arrived 

they wish upon where you stand now 

as they dig and dig 

destroy and take 

you would have loved 

the view before colors disseminated

into faded hope 

place moondust around your bed 

and it’ll guide you as you fall 

asleep 

into a better tomorrow