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some type of gibbous
I can see the moon from my bed tonight.
Only if I squint.
Through the slots of the closed blinds
that shield my window.
I think it’s half right now?
What’s the correct terminology for that?
It’s one of those gibbous moons.
Be it waning or waxing; it’s not quite there yet.
Seventh grade me would know.
I always found those phases intriguing.
How they tamper the tides
and their mighty relation to gravity.
I kind of miss learning about physics.
Not so much that it helped me
to understand the world, but
in a more theoretical way.
Because the only type of gravity
that I care about nowadays
is the type that’s making me
fall into you.