Curves

On the moon

I weigh 28 pounds.

On earth

I can only be beautiful

if I lose twice that.

But who’s to say

that the moon hasn’t got it right?

On the moon we can leap walls

and the ground is soft,

bearing us up like

a child’s trampoline—

white cratered innocence.

On the moon

I fall just like a feather—

slow

and

straight

down.