Luna Ticks

it's the eighth
day that i've
been here
now the
ninth
day

of

the
month
and the
moon is full
though i'm in
my hotel room

i know 

above 
my roof
top there
is a lunar
pull that
lifts me 

and
makes
the gecko 
speak
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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