Before you’re born, I wonder,
as you looked around
and took inventory of the womb…
did it look like this?
Did you see the moon and stars in there?
Did you see floating bits of fire in there?
Maybe you saw the food and air from your
mother’s bloodstream
looking like constellations
against the deep, deep black
of your mother’s night sky.
Ay! I haven’t had a lover’s eyes
to look into for months.
I’ve been looking up
at the night sky instead…
watching the watchful moon.
The first few lines of References to Salvador Dali Make Me Hot.  by Jose Rivera. 
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