Full Moon and You’re Not Here by Sandra Cisneros (from Loose Woman)

Usless moon,

Too beautiful to waste.

But you, my Cinderella,

have the midnight curfew,

a son waiting to be picked up from his den meeting,

and the fractured marriage weighing on your head

like a crown of thorns.

Oh my beauty,

it’s not polite

to keep me waiting.

To send me reeling in a spiral

and then to say good night.

I smoke a cigar,

play a tango,

gulp my gin and tonic.

Goddamn you.

Full moon and you’re not here.

I take off the silk slip,

the silver bangels.

You’re in love with my mind.

But, sometimes, sweetheart,

a woman needs a man

who loves her ass.