Midnight on the Moon
is a lonely place, black as the end of hope, like a rocket that ran out of fuel and places to go. Like a man who, down on Earth, just swore undying love to his wife and sees his lover’s face on the wall behind her.
The wife is a trusting thing, a planet hanging in the sky of his life, faithful and constant. She will always be there for me, he thinks. The man is happy, and the wife is happy, and, miles away, even the lover is happy.
Only the moon is lonely. Only the moon sees the truth. Even with the sun shining all day on its squinty eyes.
The man swears his love again. The wife believes him. And then, later, much , much later, in the white gauzy near-morning, he will enter her, like doubt.
Francine Witte is the author of four poetry chapbooks and two flash fiction chapbooks. Her full-length poetry collection, Café Crazy, was published by (Kelsay Books.) Her play, Love is a Bad Neighborhood, was produced in NYC this past December. She is a former English teacher. She lives in NYC.