When I heard your name,
***I thought lipstick,
cardinal, ketchup, pigeon-blood ruby,
Richard Schiffman – Wobble
Somewhere untold light years away, a star wobbles,
and an astrophysicist on earth determines that the star
must have a planet, and he estimates how large that planet is,
and how far away it must be from the parent star, then speculates
I’m thinking of the boiling sea
and the dream in which
all the fish were singing.
I want to wake up with my heart
not aching like death,
but I am always falling
in to terror. I’m a good person.
I grieve to appropriate degrees.
Little drops of water,
Little grains of sand,