
Harrison Fisher has published twelve collections of poems, most recently Poematics of the Hyperbloody Real. In 2024, he’s had new poems in BlazeVOX, Book XI, Clade Song, Concision Poetry Journal, dadakuku, MIDLVLMAG, Misfitmagazine, Rundelania, Star 82 Review, Stone Poetry Quarterly, and Transom.
At 10:49 I remembered
the lunar eclipse was to reach eight percent
peak darkness at 10:44.
Unwilling to put pants on
to go outside, I then remembered
the moon is often visible before midnight
from my living room
through the front window that looks out
on the sad elementary school across the street.
And, in the upper pane
of that window, there was the moon, unobscured,
indulging a lazy observer who
wouldn’t get dressed.
It was the full harvest moon, a bit dark
at the top, looking smaller and paler
than I expected,
the blood-orange harvest
yet ungathered below,
the moon a word balloon
ready to pop off
that unpantsed viewers
tend to look
smaller and paler
themselves.