Moon in the Window by Dorianne Laux
I wish I could say I was the kind of child
who watched the moon from her window,
would turn toward it and wonder.
I never wondered. I read. Dark signs
that crawled toward the edge of the page.
It took me years to grow a heart
from paper and glue. All I had
was a flashlight, bright as the moon,
a white hole blazing beneath the sheets. Art by Bryan Angus
Tinyletter has been acting up, so in case you get another poem later today, enjoy both. :)