The Moon And I

I gave all of my money to the moon. If there was a different, better moon, I would find them instead. But there’s only one in this life. I live on earth. The smell that I was accustomed to. Plowing the field of torture. Eating the apples that fall apart. Sentience. I could learn about the millions of stars without even opening my eyes. I would just ask the ghost. Who has a secret telescope. He explains things very well, even with no mouth. I gave all my money to the moon. Who might be a stranger, after all. I ate an old apple from the trash. And thought I was a genius.