How could the moon have been likened
to cheese—wedge?—hardly appropriate.
Possessing the delicacy of an orphaned
eyelash, a demure sun-inspired stature,
the moon is perfectly placed, not forced.

Why was that easier to write than the title?

It’s not that I’m bored of Ode to the Moon
but why would I read it when I can read
Ode to his Five O’clock Shadow or Ode to my
Painted Nails or Ode to Our Clicking Teeth?

M.J. Young (he/ him) is a writer and undergraduate at the University of South Florida. His poetry can be found in Neologism Poetry Journal and Stone of Madness Press. In his free time he enjoys listening to Philip Glass and exploring bookstores.