12.

She was awake all night
with the moon blaring through her window
Pipe down, she wanted to say.

What if she had gone with him?
Or for that matter, with the puppeteer,
the bilingual breakdancer,
or the Maltese diplomat?
What wildness,
what infinite hallways of doors
what weeks wiled away on desert islands?
Did she have a finite amount of love and time
and could it only be apportioned
like slices of pie?

Better not to think about it
Those questions with no answers
But at precisely 12:08 AM
she was staring at an endlessly bright moon
and she couldn't think of anything else.