The Moan Wilds

THE MOAN WILDS is a long poem.

Lighting fireworks in the yard during a party, then escaping into the house to cut your hair in the bathtub, or down the road to where everyone promised you could perfectly see the moon. Sharing a bottle of wine while riding through the Blue Ridge Mountains in the back of a station wagon with no air conditioning and nothing but weather and sports on the radio. It's writing each other's names on the windows with melting lipstick. Putting glitter on your eyes. Cr...