Life

By Masha Ames

It’s raining men while the women are barking at the full moon. The wild dogs from the village look like wet rats, The trees in the forest smell like crisp wintergreen, I hear the wolves howling powerfully in the snowy forest, I can taste the snowflakes falling one-by-one onto my tongue, The hat on my head is soggy from the snowfall. The silver moon tastes like cheese.

Carol works in New York, there are no wild dogs from the village. Sophisticated people are sitting by the beach, there’s pellegrino!

If you eat a burrito, time will stop. What’s cracking, not much. She swam away. He was as blue as the moon. They talked crisply and saw his heart beating, I play piano.

Ultimately, people will meet aliens. They will ignite my bitter fireplace.

I’ll have to see the sun to know that it’s over, The stars danced the night away. Women are the moon, the stars, and the rising sun.