Blurry photos of the Moon on your iPhone | Bennett McKinney
Pink in your eyes, murky purple sky
a bubble sinking, pearl white dove soaring
a furrowed face in the full moon
still just pixels on your phone screen
blurry, ghostly, warping like a reflection in a pool
drinking black coffee, thinking of the endless journey
from one silver star to the next
can’t see through the plastic film
stuck in a pitch black
closet in a child’s bedroom
I’m the kid standing on the stool
reaching for the string
hanging from the ceiling
hanging in the milky way, in the dewy grass
the cool thermoplastic picnic table
leaving its marks on my skin
the trimmed lawn, the steely spiderwebs
the impending dawn, the acorns falling
from the sky, the dim lunar light
the white blob captured in your camera roll
we’re sitting on the roots of an old tree
violet wine swirling, sticking to the glass
dry leaves obscuring the smoky void above
leaving a bitter taste, the dirt, the decay
I know one day there will be a last time
before I’ll only see your rosey form in photographs
Bennett McKinney is a writer and student. After studying creative writing at Ball State University, he hopes to complete culinary school. He loves cooking, glitter, and being in nature.