The moon is surrounded.

I work in a diner by a ring of haze because I have to.

I stretch out

They are greasy and dirty

my arms, filled with greasy dirty men.

My span is so small next to the cooks who yell out to the women running by,

the span of the trees and the mountains that surround me.

Even though I am the only one that can hear them.

It is dark but Men come in.

I know the grass is green and

tell me I am pretty and full of life.

Apparently that is not enough.

The soil will soak up whatever rain the sky gives to get a decent tip.

I love the way they show me their nipple rings,

I feel so small in my place in the universe

they ask who I sleep with.

I love even the boy with freckles

the way I feel in my place in the universe

and nice eyes asks for my number.

I love one of the cooks who touches my shoulders

and my place in the universe

and asks me on dates.

and I am just trying to love the universe.

Pay my rent.

The moon is surrounded by a ring of haze. I stretch out my arms, my span so small next to the span of the trees and the mountains that surround me. It is dark but I know the grass is green and full of life and the soil will soak up whatever rain the sky gives.  I love the way I feel so small in my place in the universe and I love the way i feel in my place in the universe and I love my place in the universe and I love the universe.

I work in a diner because I have to. It is greasy and dirty and filled with greasy dirty men. The cooks yell out to the women running by, even though I am the only one that can hear them. Men come in and tell me I am pretty. Apparently that is not enough to get a decent tip. They show me their nipple rings, they ask who I sleep with. Even the boy with freckles and nice eyes asks for my number. One of the cooks touches my shoulders and asks me on dates. I am just trying to pay my rent.