Taco Bell under a Full Moon by Kris Aziz after GiGi | One Poem After

One Poem Only is a daily poetry podcast offering a quiet moment with a single poem—read aloud, without analysis or noise. Taco Bell under a Full Moon /Kris Aziz after GiGi /Dedicated to Beca /We are looking at the moonThrough the delicate linesof a spider's webDutifully spun in thebranches of a treeShe takes a sip of her Baja Blastand says "You're right,Maybe we shouldn't kill ourselvesToday."I bite into a cinnabon delightcrunch the sugar between my teeth.because I know what the moonhas told her.I can still hear my own messagefrom that night when the sky was blackwith despairand the full moon was red fromscreamingThere is no need to reply.More from Kris Aziz ↓@tacobellkris on Instagram@tacobellkris on SubstackAnd now for the poem this was written after.When the Moon is fullGiGiWhen the Moon is Full,She never holds Me by the hand.She grabs right behind thegape of My neck anddrags me to all I've been avoiding.When the Moon is Full,She never whispers in My ear.She screams at the top of Her lungs,so loud, that her rasping voice awakensthe aliens in outer space; now peering fromtheir spaceships.When the Moon is Full,She never glides across the sky.She anchors through the cloudsbeaming directly foreveryone and everything in Her path.When the Moon is Full,She is never dainty but always true.She smiles from above,sneering at everything You thought You knew about Her,and reminding you of exactly who You areMore from GiGi ↓@thegigirising on Threads@thematriarchyrising on SubstackHer books, The Scorpio Rising and The Marilyn Rising: Letters to MarilynShe has a new book coming soon The California Rising: Poems from San Francisco to LASupport + Stay Connected to OPOIf you’d like to support the show, Substack and Patreon members receive a copy of my book, For My Daughter, along with episodes from the audiobook.Poetry slows us down. Thank you for listening.