Moon phases into full, pulling
me surer than the tides.
Her cratered face through porthole’s
view mocks mine, altered, alien.
Our mission will abort, science
widowed of her astronauts,
for the silver bullet of our ship
cargoes its own infection—
me in wolfhide,
moondrunk, craving manflesh.
Sandi Leibowitz has been the Sands Point Hag, a Reveler, a medieval-psaltery-player, an editorial assistant on a medical magazine, a secretary working behind the caribou diorama at New York’s Museum of Natural History, a development assistant/associate/director for various non-profits and a school librarian, among other things. She is also a writer specializing in speculative fiction and poetry, with works published in Apex, Strange Horizons, Mythic Delirium, Goblin Fruit, Luna Station Quarterly and other far-out places.