wifey
by xander macaulay-rettino

the moon is my wife
we’re in an open relationship
my dad says she really gets around

my dad says a couple of men have walked all over her
i tell him it’s not her fault
she didn’t ask for it
it’s irrelevant how much cloud cover there was that night

did you know they left their trash behind
when they lifted their bodies off her
you can watch footage of the debris flying
burning briefly under the combustion of takeoff

men littered the moon
they did it on camera
broadcast the footage

and do you know how much shit she gets
from people saying it never happened?

xander macaulay-rettino has lived, grown, and created on the stolen land, ancestral and current, of the Kanien’keha:ka Nation, colonially known as montreal. it is not their land, though they were born and raised here, and they believe in the restitution of this land to it’s original keepers. they are a poet and interdisciplinary artist whose work centres tangibility in healing, re-creating bodies as home, the intimate relationships we have with the natural world, and using fun facts as weird and highly effective metaphors. they have been published previously in f word mtl, be about it press and competed at the 2019 canadian festival of spoken word. they are on twitter @xanwriteswords & instagram @xxaneggs