Sometimes I cry out to you at night--My belly stuffed with cello strings. Lunar eclipse, bodies fall, minds converge. The only true vacuum is the soul, the only real emptiness is felt in the soul. gnashing sound, blinding light. Spirits gnawed my flesh. Stamper, tic, curse, pull hair, bite, scream into imaginary lips. Empathy for the wildflowers, sympathy for patented embryos. Reproduction no longer follows the cycle of the moon. Can’t sleep. Leave the lights on. Boil herbal tea. Chamomile, lavender, lemon balm. Don’t use water, use tears. You can use the salt left on the bottom of the pot to season vegetables. Vegetables taste funny these days, don’t they? Now plants are only grown in test tubes, there are entire forest in glass. People use to have moon viewing parties and recite poetry. Now people leave their lights on and contemplate their own deaths in silence. Why is that I always feel the most alone at the quietest hour. When the birds sing I leave insomnia in my bed and take a shower. I say, “I can hear birds, I am awake now,” I was always awake. From the time I was born I never really slept. I never really dreamed. Children come from the moon. A womb is only something a women acquires through grotesque surgery. But I hope one day I can bear fairy-tales through my womb. The moon must be tired of bearing so many children, I saw her all Bloody yesterday. The sun came up behind her. He was cruel. She must have miscarried a thousand souls. I saw it with my own eyes. That must mean that it is true. I wanted to hug her, tell her it was all right. But I was scared the sun would come after me next. So I left her there to bleed. Just like my mother, just like my brother. Thats why I like closets, and bathtubs, and sinks. That why I leave the lights on. Its better that way. The lights are blinding. They show you everything and keep you from seeing anything. All of this clatter, the tea cup fell, it shattered against your window, the sound is piercing, the moon is screaming in my belly. Sometimes I cry out to you at night, but you never answer.