bella notte, you are a woman, and

so is the sun, but you are platinum.


i had a dream with two girls

frolicking in the grass, rolling

recklessly in the afternoon heat.


but then you took one of them,

la luna, the redhead, and the

brunette cried and shivered.


you were once cursed by two

other girls, one a witch, the

other a maiden trapped in


your core, moon. effervescent

beauty, genderless even, reaches

us through the pale darkness.


the maiden and the redhead

return to kill the witch who

put them there, and i return


to the end of the story, the

night, spinning with ribbons

below a silvered sky.