Selene

Dion Mindykowski

The moon tonight is why
I write. A shoebox negative
of a sunrise in Hades.
Only the shadow of Helios
seen among the flames.

Cadmium orange spilled
on thrift store black satin.
Abstract expressionist
attends the prom.

Selene makes at me
jack-o-lantern faces. Her
flirtations invoke
The label poet and
I agree.