When I Grow Up I Want to Be a List of Further Possibilities

by Chen Chen

I was 13 & it was night & all night I stared at the moon from my tree, willing myself to think not of them, but of how it would taste to kiss, to be kissed, oh moon, for a long time, for the first time, to be k-i-s-s-i-n-g in this or any tree . . .