The moon is a cheeseball and we are effervescent

The moon is a cheeseball, 
Cratered, yellow, and huge like your eyeballs 
my eyes haven't quite opened yet 
and in a million years you'll be something 
and I'll be deep in the lithosphere 
Waiting, 
Waiting to grow legs 
Waiting to learn about gravity and the moon and forget about it and learn about gravity and forget about it 
and— 
The supernovae make the earth look like a giant strawberry cake pop And I want to take a bite out of it but all of my teeth fell out when we got on the  Ferris wheel maybe because of gravity 
We're stuck at the top of the Ferris wheel and you're trying to explain something  about physics and gravity, 
But I keep remembering you as a carboniferous fern 
You take my hands then,  
I've grown into them you say 
The ferris wheel is an incredulous feat of gravity, 
an unending wheel of cheese and centripetal force 
and you look at me and tell me my eyes look like the moon
and there we are effervescent.

Ayra Gahar occasionally contributes to Star Books and Literature.