Pulled
There’s a thread
That connects
To a just-tilted
World
It’s been carefully
Stitched
To my insides
Since birth
By a moon
Who worked quick
In the shadow
Of earth
My birth-blood
Still coats her
Occasionally
And I welcome
The tug
That aches
And pulls me
To the dark
Distant dreamer
She meant
Me to be
-me


