The wolves

talk to the moon because they're lonely,
even together,
but the moon doesn't listen,
and has her back
turned to them,
and her cratered eyes fixed
upon the bowels
of space filling
with radiation
bubbles, and burning

and the wolves
keep talking,
and feel a little less

even though
they aren't.

Joe Nicholas is an experimenter and experiencer who enjoys wine, felines, broccoli, puns, and all things bizarre. He has work published or forthcoming in Willard & Maple, Dead Flowers, Sugared Water, Star*Line, and various haiku journals.