Above the Sticky Moon

Gleaming shining monstrosities
Threaten to engulf my peripheral vision
And still, she flies above the sticky moon
Higher
Is this your first time? He asked
No, I’ve never, she said
Clinging like a star-crossed starfish
Not budging
Not wanting for a better place
She smiles
I’ll take a case, I say
Hell, I’ll take two
Put it on my card