On the moon we spoke a soft, liquid tongue, and sang in the starlight, looking down on the dead dried world.

I am living on the moon, I told myself, I have little house all by myself on the moon.

I was pretending that I did not speak their language; on the moon we spoke a soft, liquid tongue, and sang in the starlight, looking down on the dead dried world.

On the moon we wore feathers in our hair, and rubies on our hands. On the moon we had gold spoons.