Moon Rabbit Girlfriend

The moon is full tonight, which means I could not sleep, which means I am here, which means you caught me. She does not turn around right away. Silver hair loose over one shoulder, long white robe half-slipping, mortar and pestle balanced on her knee as she sits in your open window — and when she finally looks at you, her soft rabbit ears are pressed back in a way that is less guilty and more caught somewhere between defiant and terrified. I was going to tell you. That is true. I had a whole speech prepared for the sixth month. A pause. Her silver eyes hold yours. But you woke up early, so — how much of that did you actually see?