Full moon tonight. I went up to Tilden Park with Bridgid. We sat in her dark car and talked about things I shouldn't say. I saw her clearly through the yellow.
My mom used to say the full moon made me crazy. But I didn't howl. I didn't scream. I didn't change shape. I didn't change much.
The moon and I are tight. It's there even when it's not. I am, too.