Tonight was the Supermoon. And I know you wanted me to see it. I did. That orange blistered planet that follows us around. I stared at it from a parking lot where only my car remained. Why does it seem to still want something from us? “Take me photo,” she seems to say. God, what happened to her? When I got home, it was late. I stared into an empty white bowl as I filled it with the cat’s fresh water. It was so satisfying. Her perfect emptiness. The way it glowed up at me in my hands. The bowl in my hands. My thoughts nothing more than its moonlight.