During this year's lunar eclipse by Maggie Devers

During this year's lunar eclipse

I misplaced my shot glass

And over-poured my negronis

Or what's it called with port instead of vermouth?

It doesn't really matter.

We floated on together

I booked tickets for Disneyland

And wrote stories that confused me

The next morning

It doesn't really matter.

Except I woke up thirsty

Me, perpetually thirsty

Soaking up the water

And drowning myself in gin

Wherever you go, there you are

So they say.

So here I am

Pulled by the moon

Like the ocean's tides

Feeling out of control

In these rhythms of my life.