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Ambassador MoonBunny

I saw her at the abandoned naval base in New Orleans,

Shimmering, conflicted, evaporating away

Hopeful as a dandelion, tectonic, internals colliding,

Titania at a picnic, her fairies admiring

The calm surrounding her like the petals on a poppy;

Or else I saw her at The Goat, that goth club on Saint Bernard

Dancing and dancing what the music was saying

Because what the music was saying and what she was saying

No matter what would not get out of her head couldn’t get out of her head

Until the tears came out of her head first she could not stop thinking

How stupid she was for falling in love with him so quickly;

Or else she was standing back on the third floor of the naval base

Carrying her bag with the four cans of spray paint and the two cans of beer

Setting them softly, carefully, lovingly about three quarters of an inch

In front of the busted elevator door, third floor is the graffiti

Graveyard cemetery each wall a tomb of a living or dying part

Of the last artist that left it there the graffiti graveyard rules are simple

Don’t paint over a piece if yours isn’t going to be better you’re there to put

Their self and your art to rest she continued to set them out carefully;

There was a light breeze from the broken third floor windows

And the trash bags, busted condoms, and broken needles

Were dancing across the floor to the music her mind was using to guide

The third floor wind, the elevator mural said BEANO IS DEAD

But he had killed her heart and she was decided whether her art

Would kill his art, she picked up the first can the blue can and wrote

MOONBUNNY LIVES the sun was beginning to set and being caught

In the naval base after dark was dancing with the devil she had to be quick

But her piece still had to be better, she picked up the next can the black can

And painted around each blue letter, the yellow can was the last can

Before sunset so she painted that days sun behind and between

And now BUBBLES LIVES has buried BEANO IS DEAD.



Cid Galicia is a Mexican American poet teaching in New Orleans. He graduated with his MFA through The University of Nebraska Omaha. A poetry editor for The Good Life Review, Events Assistant for lmnl_lit New Orleans, Blogger for Hominum Review, and reader for The CLMP FIRECRACKER Awards. His Learning Anthology, The Miracle of Flip-Flops, was published through Red Hen Press. His work has appeared in The Indianapolis Review, The Watershed Review, The Peauxdunque Review, and others. He attended the 2023 Summer Writing Residencies of Sundress Publications & The Kenyon Review, and will be returning to Kenyon this summer.