Cosmic Wife

What I have to give you
is not much
but it’s galactic.

The galaxy I give you
is not much
but it is growing.

All the green growing things
that you touch
will constellate.

All the constellations
statistically
shouldn’t be there.

Every day I lean into
your shadow
says here is another one.

I crawled into a capsule
and I launched
into a revolution.

The spinning was a steadiness
the walk a run
the orbit a big bed.

What I have to give you
is not much
but it’s galactic.

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