Free Entry 2, Week 4

Here, pasted to the eye of the moon, a mish-mash of postage stamps.
Duct tapped with saliva, glued with fingerprints, smelling of resistance:
What splendid travel marks the occasion. Landing your first belly flop

in a crater makes the moon accountable for redness. Craters bite,
like horseflies, in places you’ve never suspect. Moon beams stumble
over the finer points of light speed, two stepping jazz pigments

the tongue. Learn to fly, it will make breaking G-force easier:

1. Chalk a circle on the wall, preferably white, but yellow will do.
2. Walk for summer and the locust of lightning bugs.
3. Collect bugs in jars. Once enough are gathered dump bugs onto the
underside of shoebox lid and mash off their lights.
4. Smear lights in circle, dotting from center out.
5. Stand back and tell yourself you can’t fly, but neither can these bugs.

You will find a moon in your room more pleasant outdoors.
In Juno, Alaska light manifests in the mouths of whales.
Ones captured for aquariums generate tide changes.

I read that once on the back of a postage stamp.