Dear Moon,
I was thinking the other day, Oh, wait, first let me say How are you? I am fine. So, yes, I was thinking the other day about you and wondering why you never got dermabrasion on those pock marks? I know a really good cosmetic surgeon who could smooth out those rough crags with a little botox. And even out those dark seas with some skin bleach, or darken the lighter areas to make your face more even toned. And how about a little tuck? You look so great in your slender crescent phase. Just perfect even with those pock marks around the edge. I would love to hang a flapper dress, all fringe and long bead necklace, on you when you are crescent. But that fullness just makes me feel sad for you. A little tuck here and there would fix that.
I do enjoy the way I can cup my hand around you, from down here, right hand for waxing, left hand or waning. That's pretty useful if, for any reason, I need to know when you'll be fat again. For me, I just want to avoid you when you're so engorged. Frankly, I'm afraid one of these months you're going to get so bloated you'll break open on us, drenching us with whatever you've been gorging yourself on to get so round in the first place. Although, if you've been filling up on stars and comets, maybe that would be a pretty show. But if you've been eating like me it's not going to be pretty. So I usually avoid you when your biggest.
Dear moon, I want you to remember I say these things to you not because you are a bad moon, but because I love you and I want you to be the best moon you can possibly be.
Love,
Me.
You should think about taking your own advice.
ReplyDeleteReally? which part? The message here I was aiming at is "perfection is an illusion, a construct, and each of us is as perfect in our uniqueness as the moon."
ReplyDeleteoh, all of it. the dermabrasion, the bleaching, the botox. sometimes illusions are good.
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