Misprision
The moon is one thing
the stars another
I have no right
to talk about.
The sky stands on its toes
like any of us, holds its tongue
like some.
Better than most I believe I know
the elements of the inchoate offense.
You could say
they’re internalized.
I won’t ask
for what I want. I won’t try
to stop you.
Jeffrey Thompson was raised in Fargo, North Dakota, and educated at the University of Iowa and Cornell Law School. He lives in Phoenix, Arizona. His work has appeared in NDQ, The Main Street Rag, Hole in the Head Review, ONE ART, Maudlin House, and 34th Parallel Magazine.