The Loneliness of Heavenly Bodies Who’s lonelier, the sun or the moon? The moon with its pockmarked face, A teen girl who hogs the bathroom Because she can’t stop picking at her acne? Or the sun, blasting away in all directions, The fiery boy tackled in study hall Who catches the principal on the chin? Or maybe loneliest are the stars Who aren’t part of any constellation, The incels of the night sky.