richard siken - anyway // the worm king’s lullaby
[text ID: He was point at the moon but I was looking at his hand. He was dead anyway, a ghost. I’m surprised I saw his hand at all. The moon, of course, is always there - day moon, but it’s still there, behind the clouds but it’s still there. I like seeing things: a hand, the moon, ice in a highball glass. The moon? It’s free, it doesn’t cost you anything so go ahead and look. / He was pointing at the moon but I was looking at his hand. He was dead anyway, a ghost. I’m surprised I saw his hand at all. All this was prepared for me. All this was set in motion long ago. I live in someone else’s future. I stayed as long as I could, he said. Now look at the moon. /end ID]