I’m Over the Moon
By Brenda Shaughnessy
I don’t like what the moon is supposed to do.
Confuse me, ovulate me,
spoon-feed me longing. A kind of ancient
date-rape drug. So I’ll howl at you, moon,
I’m angry. I’ll take back the night. Using me to
swoon at your questionable light,
you had me chasing you,
the world’s worst lover, over and over
hoping for a mirror, a whisper, insight.
But you disappear for nights on end
with all my erotic mysteries
and my entire unconscious mind.
How long do I try to get water from a stone?
It’s like having a bad boyfriend in a good band.
Better off alone. I’m going to write hard
and fast into you, moon, face-fucking.
Something you wouldn’t understand.
You with no swampy sexual
promise but what we glue onto you.
That’s not real. You have no begging
cunt. No panties ripped off and the crotch
sucked. No lacerating spasms
sending electrical sparks through the toes.
Stars have those.
What do you have? You’re a tool, moon.
Now, noon. There’s a hero.
The obvious sun, no bullshit, the enemy
of poets and lovers, sleepers and creatures.
But my lovers have never been able to read
my mind. I’ve had to learn to be direct.
It’s hard to learn that, hard to do.
The sun is worth ten of you.
You don’t hold a candle
to that complexity, that solid craze.
Like an animal carcass on the road at night,
picked at by crows,
taunting walkers and drivers. Your face
regularly sliced up by the moving
frames of car windows. Your light is drawn,
quartered, your dreams are stolen.
You change shape and turn away,
letting night solve all night’s problems alone.
A poem by Brenda Shaughnessy, adapted by Jessica Hundley for Motionpoems. motionpoems.org
Film by: JESSICA HUNDLEY
Poem by: BRENDA SHAUGHNESSY
Executive Producers: TODD BOSS, AMANDA MILLER, EGG CREATIVE
Featuring: ZUMI ROSOW
Styling by: JESSIE MANN
Sound by: SEAN HOFFMAN
Music by: ZIG ZAGS
Big thanks to Motionpoems and the following:
THE UNIVERSITY OF IOWA & AUDIO ENGINEER DANA TELSROW
AMANDA MILLER & SAARA MYRENE RAAPPANA
JED MAHEU & BOBBY MARTIN