The desert moon blacked out
to show me the other side
       of its face
Shell shaped and empty

I try not to use the mask of sex      
or bring up the ghost
       of befores and afters

That cold equation of unfamiliar faces
       and familiar feelings
We see it right in front of us
But cannot stop its happening

Anyway, the teeth
of hills and water or waves
Only beautiful things

Baby
        Guts
I will do this for you

Gaby Williams received her MFA in Creative Writing from UNLV and got her BA in Poetry from Columbia College Chicago. She has been nominated for the Best of the Net Anthology and two Pushcart Prizes. Her work has appeared in: Dream Pop Press, Amazon’s Day One, Whiskey Island, Fairy Tale Review, LEVELER, Ghost Ocean, and others.

Featured image: Noah Silliman