Turn the Planet Over

What a mess we’ve made.

Shattered glass, broken frame.

The moon is in the ocean.

Waving. Wavering. Turning over.

How will I sleep tonight?

Imagine yourself some months younger.

An impossible hunger returning to your veins

like the tide.

Crabs crawling under every stone.

How will I sleep tonight?

Sky below. Stone above.

If your lips are sewn shut,

if your mind is a serpent, turned inside out,

turn the planet over.

How will I sleep tonight?

Turn the planet over.

Turn the planet over.

Turn the planet over,

and turn out the light.