Fat moon, you were everyone’s secret, our shared chancre.
It was Lent. Your white flesh grew monstrous as a cod.
On the other side of the world, the ocean had forced itself on the land with devastating effect. Now here you were on the news, getting in our face.
I succumbed to the hype, went out & listened for coyotes. But all I heard was the anguished lowing of a cow.